Bailey didn't die.

Bailey didn't die.

The words echoed incessantly in Zoey's mind as her face twisted up.

She has been basking in self-satisfaction lately. Even when her body was corroded by the deadly toxin developed by Kurt, she still felt invigoratingly refreshed.

That was because when she was being tormented, Bailey was also struggling in hell.

Alas, this beautiful illusion, shattered so abruptly, only served to magnify her pain.

She was filled with hatred, resenting how unfair fate could be.

She also resented the heavens for being so kind to Bailey.

“Ah! Why? Why isn't it her? Why?”

Every corner of the basement resounded with the echoes of her powerful roar.

Zoey had completely lost her sanity and was howling like a mad dog.

A ferocious expression appeared on Kurt's face as he slowly unfastened the iron chains binding her hands and feet.

“Each week, I will provide you with a pill to neutralize the toxin, ensuring your survival and thwarting its lethal effects. As part of our agreement, you must also figure out a means to poison Cameron. However, I won't compel you to take Bailey's life. Considering the profound animosity and enmity between you both, I assume you won't spare her easily. My wish is for you to succeed and let Bailey meet her demise from this toxin as well.”

Without the weight of the iron chain supporting her body, Zoey collapsed directly onto the floor.

She lowered her gaze to her mangled wrist as a wild murderous intent rose and spread in her eyes.

I won't let Cameron, Bailey, Sofie, Philip, Philip's son, off the hook, especially this man who had drugged me.

Even if she had to die, she was determined to drag them down with her.


“Give me Cameron's information. I'll find a way to get close to him and poison him.”

Kurt extended his hand and tenderly caressed her cheek, his face displaying a playful blend of amusement and concern. “No need to hurry,” he advised gently. “First, concentrate on regaining your health.”

At the same time, in the winery located in the suburbs, Tucker forcefully burst open the door of the master bedroom, the sound echoing with a loud bang.

He stormed into the bedroom, seething with rage. His gaze was immediately drawn to the woman bound on the bed.

The resemblance between this woman's face and Bailey's was uncanny; even her voice and temperament bore a striking similarity.

It seemed that the days he spent with the beauty in a drunken stupor were nothing but a joke as he was sleeping with one of the cheapest women in the world.

He could never possible accept such an outcome.

“Wretch, how dare you deceive me with a disguise?”

As he spoke, he lunged toward Cindy.

Cindy stared at him coldly, her eyes devoid of any fear. Her face was expressionless as she awaited the moment of death.

After moving to the edge of the bed, Tucker gripped her neck with one hand and frantically clawed at her face with the other.

He wanted to take a good look at the face hidden beneath this hyper-realistic mask

Cindy fixed her gaze on him and spoke hoarsely. “It's futile, so you can cease wasting your effort. This is the toughest skin in the world. Without applying a special drug, no one can peel this face off mine.”

Slap!

After futilely scratching her face dozens of times, Tucker fiercely slapped her.

“Someone, take this b*tch to the infirmary and tell them to figure out a way to peel off the skin from her face. If they really can't find a solution, then just tear off the mask in the most brutal way. I don't care if she is alive or dead.”

“Yes.”

Two bodyguards rushed in from outside. Swiftly, they removed the iron chains from Cindy's body. Hoisting her up, they dashed out of the room.

Tucker found it difficult to suppress the rage in his heart. Only after spending more than ten minutes smashing all the antiques and ornaments in the room did his emotions begin to subside slightly.

Beep!

The phone in his pocket rang. He pulled it out and realized it was a call from his bodyguard.

“What's the matter?”

“Mr. Tucker, we've located that bastard. He's currently working as a programmer in one of our branch offices in Pandera.”

Tucker gripped his phone tightly and exclaimed, “Excellent, finally some exciting news to hear! Head to Pandera personally and capture that bastard, then bring him back to Moranta secretly.”

Confused, the bodyguard asked, “Aren't we going to kill him directly?”

Tucker clenched his teeth and said, “You fool! If you kill him, who will keep Sofie in check and make her give in? You? Don't be deceived by the woman's loss of power and influence. She might not be able to cause harm now, but she's skilled at using her body to win the support of her benefactors. Who knows, she might be cozying up to some international arms tycoon by now, securing their backing.”

“Yes, I understand. I will do my utmost to bring him to Moranta and hand him over to you.”

“Okay.”

Over the next few days, the Hoffman family's global business chain was struck by an unknown force. Their stocks plummeted, and partners began terminating contracts one after another.

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