NovelEnglishChapter 1296 Upon concluding her conversation with Cornell, Arabella casually instructed Gordon, "Spread his current location as soon as possible" “Roger that.” Gordon whipped out his phone and immediately disseminated the information.
Cornell, who was just pinned against the wall by Arabella by his hair, rubbed his sore scalp and cautiously asked, "Are you guys working for Darren?" “That's not for you to ask, Arabella retorted coldly.
"What should | do next?" “Go to the corner store, pick up sstuff, and then go home. Wait for the fish to bite." With no other choice, Cornell complied.
“We'll head to his place first." Arabella deliberately chose to part ways with Cornell. Gordon, feeling anxious, quickened his pace to catch up with Arabella and whispered, "Ms. Bella, are you sure you trust him? What if he uses the excuse of going to the store to bolt?" "He's more afraid of us bolting on him." Gordon glanced back and sure enough, Cornell was constantly looking back, evidently worried they'd vanish.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGordon decided to let it slide.
"If he wants to stay alive, he'll cooperate.” Arabella confidently declared.
Ten minutes later.
Cornell returned hwith a pack of cigarettes. Not long after, there was a knock at the door.
Cornell didn't dare to answer it, looking to Arabella for guidance. Arabella motioned for him to ignore it.
The person outside hammered on the door for a while, eventually losing patience and kicked the door open.
About a dozen masked figures flooded into the room, their arrival as chilling as the grim reaper's descent.
Cornell, pretending to eat his porridge, was so scared that his spoon slipped from his grasp. He stumbled back, pleading, “Elliot, Mr.
Elliot, you promised to spare me." The group's leader, Mr. Elliot, stared at him coldly, “Finally gotcha." He lunged forward, clutching Cornell's throat, "Didn't think you'd have the guts to hide right under our noses.
Since we're acquainted, | might as well send you off myself.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCornell desperately slapped at Mr. Elliot's hand, but the latter's grip was as tight as a vice.
He was quickly running out of air.
Just then, a slender hand swiftly appeared. Mr. Elliot tried to block it, but Arabella managed to shield Cornell in a flash. Mr. Elliot squinted, recognizing her, "You again?" Suddenly, the door was locked from the inside. Everyone turned around to see Gordon blocking the exit.
It was then that they realized they'd walked into a trap.
“Well, well. Setting a trap to lure us in. You're getting bolder. Mr. Elliot sneered.
Cornell gasped for breath, trying to soothe his aching throat. He'd almost been strangled by Mr. Elliot, and initially thought Arabella wouldn't save him. But the young girl proved to be more reliable than he'd thought.
“Little girl, you're quite capable, finding him before us and convincing him to turn. You've certainly changed my perception of rich girls,” Mr. Elliot sneered at Arabella, “Unfortunately for you, you're not getting away today!" "Less talk, more action." Arabella lunged forward, prompting Mr. Elliot to quickly draw a switchblade.
The others joined the fray, and seeing Arabella in danger, Gordon rushed over to protect her.
Mr. Elliot was forced back a couple of steps by Gordon's blow. He sneered, "Forsaking the comfortable life of a rich heir to be Bard's lackey, are you tired of the easy life or just itching for a fight?"
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