Chapter 1954 Harboring Ill Intentions 1
At first, Scarface spoke so softly that Elisa couldn't hear what he said.
Then, Mr. Carrerra was heard waving his hand, claiming that something was not possible, and turning his head
away. It was clear that he did not want to discuss this matter any further.
Scarface grew impatient and stepped forward, saying, “Boss, after all, your main goal is to humiliate her and
Gareth, not to make money. What's the problem?”
Elisa was struck with terror, a sense of foreboding spreading within her heart.
The human trafficker they initially contacted couldn't come for some unknown reason, coupled with the fact that
they had previously killed a few of their comrades. Some of them could not hold back anymore and wanted to
directly insult both Elisa and Gareth.
Elisa knew that she could not show even an ounce of fear now because showing fear would only excite these beasts
even more.
Yet, she absolutely refused to let these things taint her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe worst outcome was thus a fight to the bitter end, resulting in her death.
Elisa simply could not accept this possibility, having endured so much only to die here.
Fortunately, even though Mr. Carrerra was angry, he knew it wasn't the end of the world. After a moment of
contemplation, he rejected Scarface's proposal.
He stroked his chin and said, “You know the rules that Hannah has set. Now that you've crossed her, what if she
doesn't let it slide?”
“What about all of us, Mr. Carrerra—”
“All right, there's no need to discuss this any further.” Mr. Carrerra interrupted Scarface before he could finish.
Scarface fell silent, a look of defiance on his face. The gaze he directed toward Elisa was filled with intense malice.
Elisa knew this matter was far from over.
When it was time for the evening meal, it was a scar-faced man who came to deliver it.
He held a porcelain bowl and bore a mischievous grin on his face as he stared at Elisa and said, “Come on. It's time
to eat.”
Elisa walked over, but she was immediately hit by the rancid smell of leftovers that had been sitting for a few days.
Elisa did not take the bowl. She just stared straight at Scarface.
Scarface laughed. “What's the matter? You don't like me?”
Elisa did not respond.
With a cold smirk, Scarface said, “You should be grateful there's food at all instead of being so picky. Do you think
you're a guest here? Should I prepare a three-course meal with an appetizer for you?”
Elisa did not get angry. Instead, she just calmly looked at Scarface.
She knew that Scarface held a grudge and that he bore ill intentions. She was also aware of her current
predicament.
I don't think Mr. Carrerra would help me if he knew about this. He might even praise Scarface for doing the right
thing.
With a neutral expression, Elisa asked, “Where is Nieve?”
Nieve is the one who previously watched over them. He was also the one Elisa knocked unconscious.
All the meals from before were delivered by him.
Although he wasn't exactly a good person, at least the food he brought wasn't spoiled. Elisa had begun to miss him
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Scarface sneered at her. “Are you genuinely clueless, or just pretending to be?”
Seeing the bewildered look on Elisa's face, Scarface understood that she truly didn't know, which only made him
angrier.
“What do you think, if not because of you? After the escape, Nieve was executed by the boss. He was still so
young!”
Elisa listened to Scarface's accusations without even lifting her eyes.
She was no saint, and she hadn't forgotten that the reason Nieve fell into this trap was due to his lustful desires.
Moreover, Nieve was not exactly a good person.
She was just asking about him because she wanted him to bring her food, which was better than eating spoiled
food.
Since they were dead, they've merely received their just desserts.
She could not understand why Scarface was glaring at her with such hatred.
She was being treated as if she had been the one who killed Nieve.
When he noticed Elisa's expression being as calm as usual, Scarface became even more frustrated.