NovelEnglishMy expression darkened, and I frowned at Quinn.
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"Stephie?" Steven said softly.
I snapped back to my senses and straightened my posture.
"Go look for the exit. See if we can call for help." Steven stared deeply at me, then nodded. When he left, he brought Eason and Joel with him.
Meanwhile, Zion took Rachel somewhere with light and examined her wounds anxiously.
"Zion... If I die, would you carve 'Wife of Zion Landon' on my tombstone?" Rachel said with a weak and hoarse voice.
Even at times like this, she could still tease Zion.
Zion continued to compress her wound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're not going to die... You won't." Rachel began to tear up.
"I don't want to die. I haven't gotten married, I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm still single..." Rachel began to sob.
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"Don't be scared. Don't..." Zion pulled Rachel's shirt up to examine the wound. It was not a deep cut, but the wound continued to bleed. She wouldn't die anytsoon, but she didn't have tto spare either. "Zion, will I die?" Rachel cried loudly. "You won't... for now," Zion whispered.
I glanced at Rachel and Zion. After ensuring that Rachel would be fine, I turned around to face Quinn.
Quinn was looking atwith a smile. Ever since she saw the scratches on the back of her hand, she knew that I must've guessed...
"Cwith me." I grabbed Quinn by her collar and dragged her under the stairs.
I slammed Quinn into the wall, and her face becpale from the pain.
"Wow... You were pretty rough on yourself," I said as I tightened my choke around her neck.
Quinn smiled provocatively and said, "You won't kill me..." "You thought wrong." My fingers continued to tighten around Quinn's neck as I gazed at her coldly.
"You exposed Carol's position on purpose so that she'd die, right?" Quinn tapped my hand with a painful expression.
I gradually loosened my choke and grabbed her hair instead.
"As a woman who was domestically abused, how did you find the Sth to kill your husband a hang him on the ceiling?" S M When we were on the 17th floor, every tthe electricity went out, one person would die.
But how did Quinn do that? "I just set up the mechanism beforehand," Quinn said with a smile, but it was cold like an emotionless devil.
"I knew it was you. What's your objective?" I scoffed.
I wanted to know the truth.
"We're trying to awaken a god. A god that can cleanse this world." Quinn laughed.
I grabbed her collar and put my knee against her wound.
"Don't play games with me." Quinn fell to the ground but continued to look at me, smiling.
"Stephanie... The person who planned this game... isn't me. I'm just an executor." Quinn turned out to not be the mastermind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What are your objectives? Killing people? Taking out your anger? Or standing up for justice?" "No, no, no... All of this has just been the beginning." Quinn smiled and stood up. She slowly walked to where the sunlight seeped in.
She stood under the sun and turned around to smile at me.
"We have a common goal," she said.
I frowned. I wasn't sure what she was up to.
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Fate only tortures the unfortunate and the rope always breaks where it's grope the weakest... People with no power and money can neither control their fate enor change it, so they can only live in sadness and pain.
"But the upper class... controls the fate of the lower class." Quinn kept saying random things.
"Stephanie, this world is much crazier than we think," she said, smiling as away. Sash the she backed (ind) velwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. "Callum deserved to die. He abused
his wife, raped minors, organized and employed prostitution trafficked women and children, and committed women, and children, all sorts of crimes... He was a great chess piece and a great stepping stone. How We have completed the killing without connecting these people?" Quinn had married Callum on purpose.
She deliberately allowed Callum to abuse her. She created a pitiful image for herself, waiting for us to join this game.
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