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.

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

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

a beat

and I were staring at the gate, not

again? My feelings were mixed. Right now, I wished someone could save me from this dangerous situation. But why did it have to

threatened as soon as he heard Neil’s voice. His bloody knife pressed against my

my breath and kept

phone rang. It was Neil

noise outside died down, I finally spoke again. “He’s my ex-husband. We’re having some property disputes. He probably thought

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

my heart

Neil really left? I wasn’t

on

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

murderer was back to the gate, so engrossed in the prospect of getting a

walk into the yard. His face turned pale at the sight of

negligent, so as he turned around, he raised the dagger and, without even looking clearly, thrust it

could reach him. The murderer lost his grip on the knife. He was already injured from my earlier attack and was too weak to

kept hitting him with the chair until the murderer