"You can dream on! Even in death, I wouldn't be caught dead with you!"

"Oh? Now that's something I'd love to see. Would you really gamble with your life for Everett? Or let me put it this way... if it was between you and him, who gets to live?" Lane hung up abruptly.

Dorothy stared at the now dark phone screen for a few seconds, sensing that things were far from simple. She immediately got up to find Everett.

This was bigger than she thought, and despite Lane denying it, his words clearly hinted at something to do with Quincy's disappearance!

...

When Lane returned to the rundown cottage on the outskirts, the chair Quincy was tied to had toppled over.

She was struggling to escape!

Hearing Lane's footsteps, Quincy truly felt like she was facing the devil himself.

"Tsk, tsk, couldn't make a run for it, huh?"

go... I don't want to

face was swollen beyond

her face, making her look like

her looks were the least of her concerns. She

you go? Impossible." Lane walked over, this time not with a knife, but a rusty axe, and squatted beside her. "Tell me, which hand did you use to poison

was wrong, I truly was! I'll

was annoyed by her whimpering, his eyebrows knitting together. "I asked you a question, answer it! Or else, I'll cut

may not be perfect, but she's my woman, the one I chose! You harm her, I seek revenge." Lane forcefully grabbed her right hand, sized it up, and raised the axe- edit

was truly wrong!

scream, Quincy had lost

"That was a

had never felt

before her was a

A complete psychopath!

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