This ti, he considered her as his last hope; if he were captured, he would have Elara rescue him.
But he didn’t expect Elara to have hidden her true intentions. She wasn’t here to save him but to kill him!
Franklin Faulkner was now caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling trapped in a hopeless situation.
Elara’s eyes were blood-red, and she stepped forward slowly.
She looked at the man in front of her, whom she called master, with hatred and sadness in her eyes, emotions welling up inside her.
"Do you have any last words?" Elara spoke indifferently, offering Franklin Faulkner a final act of rcy, repaying him for a few years of upbringing.
Franklin Faulkner looked at Elara, his voice trembling: "Elara, I raised you for so many years, isn’t that worth sparing my life?"
He wanted to appeal to Elara’s sense of family and gratitude.
Elara’s eyes were ice-cold, showing no emotional fluctuation, seemingly unmoved by him.
After a mont, she said, "I can grant you one wish."
Franklin Faulkner’s eyes turned, and he said, "Elara, master knows your heart is still kind. Co here, and I’ll tell you my wish."
Elara took two steps forward and squatted down.
The next mont, Franklin Faulkner, who was just lying on the ground, suddenly reached out and clutched Elara’s neck tightly.
"Heh, my dear apprentice, you’re still too naive. Let teach you what it ans to fight dirty!"
Elara’s breathing tightened suddenly. She didn’t expect that Franklin Faulkner, who had been poisoned by her, would recover so quickly. No matter how strong, she was just a girl and no match for a grown man like Franklin Faulkner.
The air got thinner and thinner. Elara closed her eyes, as if resigning herself to fate, wanting to follow her father in death.
A bitter smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
In the end, there was no revenge, wasting such a good opportunity.
She had been continuously training herself, focusing on martial arts and poisons, but she still failed.
Useless!
Her great revenge unfulfilled, how would she face her father in the afterlife? Elara gritted her teeth determinedly, wanting to bite her tongue to end her life, unwilling to be killed by Franklin Faulkner.
At the critical mont, there was suddenly a commotion at the door.
A group of people rushed in hurriedly, surrounding Elara and Franklin Faulkner, with their guns aid at Franklin Faulkner’s head.
Franklin Faulkner released Elara, and she fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Monts later, she looked up at the people surrounding her, realizing she had fallen into a trap.
Seeing that people had surrounded him, Franklin Faulkner’s face fell rapidly. He angrily exclaid, "Another trap you’ve set!"
He thought he could escape unscathed, not expecting to fall into Alaric Faulkner’s trap again.
Alaric Faulkner intentionally loosened the guards to lure out his last card, cutting off his last escape route.
"Alaric Faulkner! Show yourself!" Franklin Faulkner roared, venting his anger.
At the door, Alaric Faulkner and Eleanor Sterling entered together.
They walked up to Elara, and Eleanor glanceed at her. Elara’s eyes were cold, clear yet sharp, like a young wolf cub, full of danger.
Elara’s expression was defiant, lips pressed tightly together, not speaking.
Looking at Alaric Faulkner, Franklin Faulkner was filled with extre anger, realizing he had no way out.
Alaric Faulkner said, "No need to look at like that. After all, you are now my antidote; naturally, I must watch over you carefully, letting you serve your final purpose."
"Take him away."
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