Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 483

For a split second, I felt the Grim Reaper glaring at me.

I may be brave, but I had never killed anyone, never witnessed such a bloody scene. The chainsaw in my hand dropped to the floor as my grip was lost in shock.

“I’ve killed three people already, and one more won’t make a difference. You’ve got guts, trying to cut me up with that chainsaw,” the murderer sneered, his eyes bloodshot. He raised his hand in a threatening gesture, trying to intimidate me.

I won’t lie, I was scared. But I couldn’t afford to be. If anything happened to me, my two kids would be done for.

“If you want money, name your price. I’ll give you anything you want, as long as you don’t hurt me,” I managed to keep my voice steady. “The police are after you, and you’ll need money to escape. I can help you get out of Eldoria, and even arrange for someone to get you out of the country. Think about it.”

My words struck a chord with the murderer. He knew he was a dead man walking if he got caught, and I was offering him money and a ticket out of the country.

Why wouldn’t he bite?

His eyes darted around as he asked, skeptical, “How can I trust you?”

“Your pocket, my phone. Give it to me, and I’ll show you my assets,” I said, maintaining eye contact.

The murderer eyed me warily for a long time before finally handing over my phone. But he didn’t let me have it directly. He asked me to unlock it with my face, then he started to check my financial information himself.

password protected. One by one, I had to unlock them. Eventually, he had no choice but to hand me the phone

police. But the murderer was watching me like a hawk. I had to pretend to check my financial data first. Just as I opened

a beat

staring at the gate, not saying a word, until we

here again? My feelings were mixed. Right now, I wished someone could save

a sound!” The murderer threatened as soon as he heard Neil’s voice. His bloody knife

held my breath and kept

a while, my phone rang. It was Neil

murderer snatched the phone away and hung up. When the noise outside died down, I finally spoke again. “He’s

want to see if you have the means to help me. If you can,

gaze made my heart sink even more.

left? I

the murderer some of my online assets on my phone.

slightly. The lock was secured by a password, fingerprint, and facial recognition. Usually, Norah and I would

so engrossed in the prospect of getting a fortune that he didn’t notice the movement behind him.

turned pale at

so as he turned around,

hit the murderer with the chair before the knife could reach him. The murderer lost his grip on the knife. He was already injured from my earlier attack and was

him with the chair until the