Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 477

Yuna’s eyes went wide with shock.

It wasn’t that Zoe’s scheme was too sinister; it was the sudden, nagging realization that she hadn’t thought of it first.

That little brat Hayes, always looking so pale and scrawny, and the major transfusion requires lots of blood? She wondered how long he’d last.

But then, Yuna furrowed her brow in hesitation, quickly scanning the room before stealthily closing the door. She then whispered, “Hayes isn’t a blood match for Manley. They’re not even related by blood!”

Zoe’s smile grew darker, “If you want a match, we’ll make one.”

Yuna was confused, “What do you mean?”

“This is a golden opportunity to get rid of Hayes: If he’s a match, perfect. His life for Manley’s, it’s worth it! If not, we’ll just say he was. We’ll drain the brat dry and see if he survives that!”

up with a mischievous glee, “Mom, that’s brilliant! I’ve never liked

don’t worry about Mr. Winston finding out. We have a client at our casino who works at the hospital’s blood bank. I’ll bribe him to have some intern draw Hayes’ blood. Once we finish, we’ll dump him out in the boonies. By the

if he does find out, we’ll pin it all on the intern. If that intern dares to rat you out, I’ll

of it, seeing Hayes’ demise in her mind long before the plan had even been set into motion.

a three-year-old kid. Isn’t this a bit much? He’s no threat to you. There’s a line you just don’t cross,

How can you be sure? Hayes is Marguerite’s son, and who knows when she might spill the beans and take him for a paternity test? If that happens, we’re all done for! Marguerite is bad luck, and so is her offspring. Haven’t we suffered enough because of them? Every time we face danger, it’s Yuna and I who come up with solutions. What do you do? If you can’t protect us, shut your trap and stop adding

his chest, struggling to stand.

your mind! I’ve turned a blind

why don’t you hurry up and reincarnate? We sure as hell don’t feel sorry for Hayes! You are always

were sharp, cutting through any pretense of

room, leaving