Chapter 300


    Chapter 300 The Mad Woman


    Elyse’s eyes were glinting with madness. No matter how much her father was saying, she wouldn’t


    listen. “Don’t test my patience. Tie her up.”


    “I remember you now!” Amelie shouted, remembering a memory from her past. “You’re that girl!”


    That exins why she looked so familiar when I first saw her. Elyse used to live in Quinn Town. She


    was merely 11 years old back then, and she beguiled her aunt into cheating on her uncle. Then, Elyse


    led her uncle to the spot where her aunt was meeting up with her lover, leading to a… tragedy. That girl


    was dark, cruel, and smelled like death. Even in the face of her aunt’s bleeding corpse, she smiled.


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    However, she changed. When Elyse was with Leo, she was cheerful, happy, and beautiful. No longer


    was she the girl of death, so Amelie didn’t suspect her to be that girl.


    Knowing what Amelie was thinking, Elyse nodded. “Yep. That b*tch kepting down on me, snitching


    on me to Grandma. And her b*stard of a husband wouldn’t stop leering at me. I hated them, so I


    wanted them dead. As for you, Amelie, you’re not as kind as you think you are. You’re the real devil


    here. You wouldn’t stop showing off how happy you were back in Quinn Town. I know you were


    mocking me because I was unloved. After that, you even tried to take Leo away from me. You will pay


    for that.”


    It was an unreasonable reasoning, yet Elyse fully believed she was the victim here.


    Amelie said nothing for fear of angering her further.


    Michael couldn’t take it anymore. “Elyse, please! We have to go now. Leo will soon know of his


    daughter’s disappearance. If he gets here, we’re done for.”


    “Oh, shut it.” Elyse looked confident as she said, “Bria’s in Halport. Only Amelie knows she’s gone.


    There’s no way anyone could have called him. And I’ve kept my eye on her all the way. She didn’t have


    any chance to call Leo, either.” She slowly pulled out a knife and scraped it against Steven’s neck. “Not


    every day I get to see this, and I’m going to savor it. I won’t let him die a quick death. It won’t be


    interesting otherwise. How should I make it more exciting, then? Oh, I know. I will cut off his flesh inch


    by inch. A painful death is an entertaining death, after all.”


    Beads of blood trickled from Steven’s neck before falling to the grass. She scraped some of it up and


    rubbed it between her fingers. Then, she smiled at Amelie as if asking for Amelie’s thoughts on her


    idea.