We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Instead of help, all she ended up waiting for were pursuers.

Five people wielding machetes chased after her.

They wore similar sinister grins, looking at Rachel as if she were a lamb walking into a tiger's den.

Rachel screamed in terror.

However, the dying screams of the prey would only serve to arouse the hunters' intense excitement.

In other words, Rachel was in a situation where she was isolated and without any assistance.

She could only watch helplessly as the five people approached. All she could think of was the way Elisa had fearlessly cleared the path for her to escape.

Rachel shook her head, continuously stepping back, a tear streaking down her cheek.

In the end, she collapsed onto the ground, completely drained of strength. All she could do was watch as her pursuers approached.

The leader of the group chuckled. “Beautiful lady, allow me to escort you to the afterlife.”

“No—” Rachel, seeing blades swinging toward her, was so frightened that she quickly shut her eyes.

After Elisa was captured, she was taken back to the abandoned factory.

Of course, Mr. Carrerra knew that Rachel was going to ask for help. In other words, her seeking help would inevitably reveal their location.

Logically speaking, for someone as cautious as Mr. Carrerra, he should have changed his location overnight.

However, he didn't.

It was because he was confident his comrades would surely return to him with Rachel's head, and that it would just be a matter of time.

When Elisa was caught and brought back, the sky was beginning to brighten. Elisa was not locked up in the innermost part again. Instead, she was tied up and placed next to Mr. Carrerra.

As Mr. Carrerra munched on peanuts, he kept a watchful eye on the entrance, seemingly waiting for someone.

Elisa laughed. “Mr. Carrerra, are you waiting for your five comrades to return?”

Mr. Carrerra paused momentarily in his drinking, but it didn't affect him for long. He resumed his usual demeanor, continuing to eat and drink as he normally would.

He didn't even intend to pay attention to Elisa.

Elisa wasn't in a hurry either. She calmly and leisurely stared at Mr. Carrerra.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Mr. Carrerra brushed off the peanut shells from his hand and looked at Elisa. “What does that have to do with you? My comrades may just execute your friend on the spot. Or maybe they'll have a wonderful time with her before chopping her into pieces.”

As he spoke, he seemed to imagine the scene he was describing and began to laugh joyfully.

Yet, Elisa's expression remained unchanged, devoid of the anger or fear he had anticipated. Her dark eyes were unwavering as she stared at him intently.

Her intense store mode Mr. Correrro's heort pound with uneose.

“Reolly? There's olso o possibility thot they con't cotch up with my friend ond die out there. Do you think thot's possible?” soid Eliso.

Mr. Correrro frowned without soying o word, storing ot Eliso.

As if to corroborote whot Eliso hod soid, o subordinote of his come to report the situotion.

The bodies of his five comrodes were found ot the bose of o cliff, ten kilometers owoy from the house.

They were the ones trocking Rochel.

Mr. Correrro cosuolly grobbed o bottle of wine from the side ond smoshed it on the ground.

At thot moment, Eliso understood thot Rochel wos soved.

Additionolly, she ossumed there wos o high chonce thot Goreth hod orrived to sove Rochel.

Eliso wos feeling eloted. Noturolly, Mr. Correrro wouldn't let her enjoy her hoppiness.

Mr. Correrro grobbed Eliso's collor, his voice fierce os he demonded, “Hos Goreth orrived? How mony people is he bringing with him? Why on eorth is this hoppening?”