The humiliating memories were brought to mind.

Samantha glared at Gwendolyn while her gaze was filled with a fierce hatred that made her look murderous.

“I have no idea where they are. And even if I did, I wouldn’t share that with you! In fact, I’m still hoping for them to kill you!”

“So, you’re not telling, huh?”

Despite the gentle tone of Gwendolyn’s voice, her eyes held a trace of coldness.

“Well then, it’s time for us to settle the score.”

Gwendolyn paused briefly, retracting the dagger from Samantha’s chin and shifting it slowly to her right shoulder blade. “When my car exploded that day, a shard accidentally cut my shoulder. Let’s start there.”

Fear filled Samantha’s eyes as her face grew pale, and she vigorously shook her head. “No, please! It had nothing to do with me! It was your own carelessness… Ahh!”

A piercing scream then echoed across the horizon.

With icy brutality, Gwendolyn raised her hand and plunged the dagger down.

Samantha shivered in agony, her body drenched in a cold sweat, while blood seeped from her shoulder, staining her white dress.

Samantha glared angrily at Gwendolyn with frustration and warned, “Just wait and see, you wicked woman! I won’t let you get away with this!”

Gwendolyn commented, “You still have the energy to curse, so it seems you’re not in much pain.” She then moved the dagger closer to Samantha’s pale arm and offered, “I’ll give you one last chance. Where are the people backing you and Natasha?”

Samantha bit her lip fiercely as Gwendolyn prepared to strike again.

Samantha then hurriedly exclaimed, “I have no clue; I swear! He never revealed his identity to me. He only informs me when there’s a mission, and he also has Natasha with him. I genuinely don’t know!”

Gwendolyn stared at Samantha for a moment; she then put away the dagger and sat back down on the recliner.

Gwendolyn had spared

she saw Gwendolyn pass the knife to Nico, her voice calm yet chillingly merciless. “I had a knife wound on my arm that day, but Elven and Ezra were slashed countless times. Take care of this; you

the

“No, don’t… Ahh!”

filled

deeply distressed

remained calm and contented as

the peeled oranges that Maverick had prepared, someone unexpectedly grabbed her wrist. She turned her head and saw Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by her side, tenderly wiping her

and explained in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a little blood here. It’s

silent, contentedly indulging

orange, Nico

to her head, soaked with sweat. She looked disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so intense that she instantly lost

first sight, Samantha looked like a bloody

She had assumed he would be

glanced at Maverick but

up, smoothed her dress, and

Shirley regained her freedom, she hurried to Samantha’s side, bawling her

have been in the Lane family’s hands for quite some

she glared

in her car the last time. As a result, she ordered the destruction of all the luxury

at the Lane residence were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them to shake in fear. In their panic,

life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful cry could still be heard from behind

was completely unfazed as she carried on without even glancing

near, Gwendolyn leisurely savored the glimmering sunlight along the street. Although it might not have been warm, she still found

members of Shadow Bell were given orders to silently

Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while she

her work tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half an

Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at the Lane residence, finding it both amusing and ridiculous. He then handed her a freshly

is still quite extensive. She won’t let this

“I’d be more worried if Shirley didn’t give

tousled her hair, but Gwendolyn gently held his hand in place as her expression

saying, “What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve just settled your scores

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