Chapter 309


    Chapter 309 K*ll Them All


    Sylvia’s POV:


    Almost immediately, the sticky swamp mud engulfed my b*ody, weighing and s*cking me down into the


    pit. My instincts told me to struggle, but soon I realized that it only made me sink faster.


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    After panicking for a moment, I stopped and stabilized myself, refusing to move an inch. I carefully


    turned to Peter, who was standing on the shore. “What happened?”


    Peter smiled sheepishly and held up his hand. “Sorry. I stumbled a little bit and identally pulled the


    vine.”


    He then pulled on the vine again, causing me to sink deeper into the swamp. I felt that something was


    off, but I still pretended to be calm and asked him for help anyway. “That’s fine. Can you just pull me


    out now?”


    Just then, Peter tossed the vine away from him. The innocent look on his face was reced with


    mockery. “Pull you out? In your dreams.”


    My face hardened. “What do you mean by that? Are you saying that you did this on purpose?”


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    Peter sh a wicked smile. “Yes! What do you think? Was my acting brilliant?”


    “Who sent you? Who was it?” I asked coldly. I should have known that Peter was not just some


    student. Participating in a stunt like this was detrimental to his future, but he did it anyway. There had to


    be a powerful mastermind behind him,


    “You are quite smart, Sylvia.” Peter snorted as he walked closer to the edge of the swamp. Pretending


    to be guilty, he sighed. “Fine. Since you’re about to d*ie anyway, I’ll tell you the truth. It was Prince


    Richard who sent me.”


    I sneered, “I knew it. He really will not give up!”


    “Oh, Prince Richard’s actually arranged everything so that you would definitely d*ie today.” Peter


    crossed his arms and chuckled at me.


    I ignored him, deciding it was better to spend my energy in trying to think of a way out of here. But my


    b*ody slowly sunk deeper and deeper. The mud was almost up to my chest.


    Suddenly, it urred to me that I had a rescue device on my wrist that the military installed. Once I


    pressed the b*tton, the army patrolling around the forbidden forest woulde and save me. I was


    overjoyed at the realization. But when I was about to reach for my wrist, Peterughed.


    “Yes, go ahead and call for help with that device!” Peter reminded me,


    I felt that there was a tinge of irony in his tone, so I hesitated. Richard’s n could not be foiled this


    simply. If he really wanted me to d*ie, he wouldn’t go through all this trouble just for me to be saved by


    this small device. I began to wonder. Was this device secretly broken or something? Was it not going to


    work?


    “What? What are you waiting for? Won’t the troops around the foreste and save you once you


    press that b*tton?” Peter added.


    “No…” I carefully observed the expressions dancing on his face. “If you really wanted me to d*ie, you


    wouldn’t have let me keep this device in the first ce.”


    After hearing my assumption, Peter broke out into a wildughter. “Oh, that would be interesting,


    actually. If it weren’t for Prince Richard’s order to K*ll you, I would have just let you go for your bright


    little head. But there’s one thing you haven’t figured out, Sylvia.”


    “What is it, Peter?” I red at him.


    “Not only does Prince Richard want you dead, but also all of Prince Rufus’ people!” Peter smiled


    deviously. “All of the troops stationed around the forest are Prince Rufus’ subordinates. And that


    swamp you’re about to drown in? It’s already filled with bombs, timed to explode in fifteen minutes.”


    “You were going to let me call for help, but I would actually just be luring the army to their deaths?” I


    thought out loud. This dirty trick of Richard’s infuriated and sickened me to my c0re.


    “Smart girl!” Having confirmed this, I put down my hand. I wasn’t going to call for help anymore.


    “You see, if you press that b*tton, there may still be a small chance that you could live. If you don’t,


    then all you can do is wait for your death. You would either be blown up by the bombs, or drown in the


    swamp, whicheveres first.” Peter continued to persuade me to press the b*tton.


    I closed my eyes and refused to look at him any longer. “No, I’m not putting the lives of others at risk,


    even if it means losing my own.”