Chapter 165

Isabella’s hand was flat on the icy marble floor, her tears instantly pouring out as she stared fearfully at Lysander, not daring to utter a single word.

She was afraid that saying an extra word would piss off Lysander and make her fate even worse than Faye’s.

Lysander lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, the smoke lingering around him. He spoke in a low and indifferent voice, “Do you have the emerald pendant?”

Isabella trembled violently, her terror absolute. Tears and snot mixed together as she stuttered, “It’s… it’s at my place, that emerald pendant… I found it…”

That year, she eavesdropped on Faye’s call and found out about Lysander and Thalassa’s one–night stand. He had given Thalassa a token, which could be used to find him.

She found the pendant in the ruins before Thalassa could and hid it.

For the past five years, she used the pendant to extort money from Faye.

If Faye didn’t pay up, she would give the pendant to Lysander and spill the beans about what happened that year.

Faye could only pay her

her treasure map,

fake emerald pendant, planning to let Thalassa use it to find Lysander and make Lysander think Thalassa had

made to look

no use keeping your limbs. Might as well just waste them.” Lysander’s voice

soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard walked

what Lysander meant. He was

a grim reaper from hell, she was petrified, her heart pounding, she cried out, “Mr. Sinclair, I was wrong. I’ll return the emerald pendant to you right away. I won’t do it again. Please, spare me for the sake of me being

her hands were pressed on the

of her fingers

like her

the end. After her fingers were broken, the bodyguard straightened her legs, his hard leather shoe resting on her calf, and then he stepped

sound of her calf bone breaking was like lotus root being snapped, clear, loud, and

screams filled with pain echoed throughout the private

Terror, coldness, and cruelty.

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