Chapter 682


    After Thssa had secured the ropes, she dusted her hands to shake off the dirt.


    Casting a nce at the terrified Bruce, she huffed, “When you deceived other people and decimated


    others’ families, did you ever remind yourself of their pain and helplessness? And what did you ever


    think of that when you toyed with their feelings and discarded them? Bruce, it’s time for you to feel


    what’s called powerless!”


    “Thssa, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong. Please pull me up,” Bruce pleaded as his hands


    gripped the safety harness tightly and broke out cold sweat.


    “Hold on, I’ll call for help.” Thssa turned and descended the mountain.


    Bruce panicked and lost all his pretenses. As Thssa’s retreating form disappeared, he hurled a


    string of obscenities, harsh and vulgar.


    Who woulde to his rescue among this deste wilderness?


    Thssa hung him there to let him fend for himself.


    Bruce felt a mix of panic, anger, and helplessness.


    Only now did he realize he had been tricked. Thssa had first conned him out of his mansion, and


    then retrieved the remaining 13 million from him.


    She was seeking vengeance for her mother!


    But it was toote for regrets.


    He, Bruce, who had deceived so many, had fallen for the tricks of a young girl in her twenties.


    That was absolutely infuriating.


    As Thssa descended the mountain, Bruce’s curses echoed behind her. She didn’t respond.


    This was the true face of Bruce, she scoffed to herself.


    As for his paternal love? He just wanted to get close to her and her mother so as to gain more benefits


    from Lysander!


    Since he was cursing so profusely, I’ll just let him hang in the air a little longer. She thought.


    Descending the mountain was challenging, more so than the climb up. Thssa clung to the cliff,


    slowly making her


    way


    down.


    Soon, the sky was covered with dark clouds, a sign of an impending storm.


    Thssa felt a hint of fear.


    Suddenly, a bolt of thunder shook the sky.


    “Ahh!” Thssa lost her footing and slipped down the rocky path in her fear.


    She was in tremendous panic as she rolled down a couple of steps before grabbing onto a small tree to


    stabilize herself.


    Hacked by the terrazzo stairs, Thssa felt a sharp pain shoot through her waist. She grimaced in


    agony.


    She held onto the tree, struggling to get up. She tried to continue her descent, but as soon as she put


    her weight on her foot, a wave of intense pain shot through her ankle.


    Thssa immediately lifted her foot and stood on one leg. She found a rtively t spot to sit down


    and examined her ankle. It was swollen.


    She had sprained her ankle and couldn’t continue her descent. What could she do?


    As she was worrying, another thunderp sounded, followed by a sh of lightning.


    “No!” Thssa screamed, hugging her head and curling into a ball.


    Ever since that night five years ago, she had been terrified of thunderstorms. She would hide under her


    covers and curl into a ball in such weather. But now she was in the wilderness with no ce to hide.


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    Her fear was intensified, and she was shaking uncontrobly.


    What should I do? She thought.


    Meanwhile, at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.


    A ck Rolls-Royce was parked.


    Lysander got out of the car with several bodyguards behind him. His grand entrance and powerful aura


    seemed even more oppressive than the darkening sky..