The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 965

The pain of a wound being prodded was, without a doubt, far greater than being scratched by a dagger. Even so, Rosalie gritted her teeth and endured the agony. She refused to let her enemies take pleasure in her pain, nor did she want those who cared for her to be affected by it.

However, the more she tried to tolerate the pain, the more aggressive Madeline became at gouging the wound with her finger.

“Weren’t you very full of yourself, Rosalie? Weren’t you trying to stand up for your best friend? Well, now you

know the price of playing the hero,” Madeline said viciously.

By then, Rosalie was sweating bullets, and the pain and loss of blood had drained all color from her face. Upon seeing her friend in such a state, Lillian burst into tears. “Rosalie is innocent, Madeline! As you said, she’s only helping me. Am I not the one you’re after? Come at me, then! You can torture me however you like, but don’t do this to Rosalie again…”

Alas, Lillian’s suffering made Madeline laugh out loud. “Do you want me to let her go? Okay… If you jump down right now, our slate will be wiped clean, and I’ll set her free.”

Even though Lillian trembled, there seemed to be a gleam of determination in her eyes. “Do you mean that…”

“Lillian, don’t listen to her…” Rosalie muttered strenuously as every word sent a jolt of pain through her. “Lillian… If you do as she says, I’ll never forgive you or myself for the rest of my life… Do you really think she’d let me go if you jumped down?”

Upon hearing that, Lillian cried even harder at how useless and powerless she felt.

“This is all my fault. I misunderstood Callum and refused to trust him at all. To make matters worse, my friends have been dragged into this mess and are suffering because of me!” she thought.

a deep breath and turning to Madeline. “Madeline,

“If you say one more word, I’ll make it so that you can no longer

a death wish, Madeline!” Jonathan suddenly shouted,

what if I do? Are you worried? Tell you what… Since Lillian won’t jump

narrowed his eyes as he waited for Madeline to continue. Rosalie, however, couldn’t help but

heard what Madeline said next, her heart instantly turned cold, as though

common knowledge that Mr. Youngblood of Strico is famous for his dashing good looks. From what I’ve heard, not only do

everything is over, will

scathing, and both Jonathan and his subordinates

latter seemed to have lost all desire to flee and thrown caution to the wind. Then again, that might also

me to take off

you to remove every single piece of clothing. Once you’re done, why don’t you take a selfie and post it online, Mr. Youngblood? How does that sound, Mr. Youngblood? If your photo

was evident that Madeline wanted Jonathan to be

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Jon!” Rosalie pleaded through clenched teeth, the wound on her neck still oozing

unbuttoning his shirt. The buttons came off one after another until the clothing was removed, revealing

promptly filled the air. Apart from the sounds of the wind and the rotating blades of the helicopters