Chapter 170


    Chapter 170 She Killed Him!


    She whispered something into Noah’s ear.


    I could not catch what she said, but a sleazy grin spread across Noah’s face. He tossed me aside and


    turned to the smirking Moore. “Are you sure about this?”


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    Moore nodded, her gaze icy as she looked at me. “She’s the Scotts‘ heiress, Idris’s ex. A simple death?


    Boring. Imagine the headlines: ‘Scotts‘ Heiress Dies in Wild Indulgence.‘ Now that’s a story. And if she


    goes out like that, the cops won’t have a clue it leads back to us, right?”


    Noah’sugh deepened, a silent seal of approval as he watched Moore.


    She did not waste a moment, pulling a bottle from her pocket and fishing out a few pills. She handed


    them to Noah. “Your turn, hubby. Make her swallow these.”


    Noah snatched the white pill from her hand and, without a moment’s hesitation, grabbed my chin and


    shoved it into my mouth, then followed it with a few aggressive gulps of water.


    I coughed violently, desperately trying to hack up the pill that had been forced on me, but it was no use.


    The pill had been swallowed, no doubt about it.


    As I swallowed the pill, Noah’s smirk grew even more revolting. He shot a nce at Moore, asking


    impatiently, “How long before this thing kicks in?”


    Moore watched me with a smirk, “It’ll hit in just a few minutes.” She handed Noah a bottle of water with


    a sly grin, “Have a drink, clear your throat. You won’t have time to do itter.”


    Her insinuation was crystal clear.


    Noah, looking satisfied, grabbed the water and downed it in one go.


    I stared down Moore, fury and madness threatening to engulf me, “Moore, aren’t you scared of karma


    for all the evil you’ve done?”


    Moore scoffed, “Karma? What karma? Yvette, I can’t believe you’re so helpless that you’re resorting to


    threatening me with such nonsense.”


    Anger surged within me, but my b*dy was suddenly aze with heat. It felt like a million ants were


    crawling under my skin, desperate to escape.


    Moore’s smirk grew as she watched me squirm. She turned to Noah and cooed, “Honey, it’s time.”


    Noah’s aging face twisted into an even more nauseating smile as he leaned in close. I pushed back


    with all my strength, trying to escape.


    With a tearing sound, my clothes started to rip.


    The icy grip of fear and the relentless pain were shattering my sanity over and over. If I died in this grim


    ce today, I knew the fallout would be catastrophic. My death would drag Scott Corporation


    and my mom into a nightmare they would never wake up from. Even Maxwell, with all his clout,


    could not pull a scandal–tainted Scott Corp from the brink, and my mom… she would be lost without


    Dad, who had just left us.


    Hanging onto these thoughts, I clung to thest shred of sense I had and bit down on Noah’s ear like


    my life depended on it–because it did.


    “Ah!” His scream echoed as he staggered back, hand mped over the ear I had just turned into a


    chew toy. His eyes zed with a feral rage. He smacked me hard across the face, then, like he had


    lost all control, ripped off his clothes in a frenzy.


    He lunged at me, wild as a rabid wolf, shredding the little clothing I had left.


    Somehow, the ropes that had me trussed up were gone, untied by his own hands, no doubt to make


    me an easier target.


    As he was about to overpower me, I summoned everyst ounce of fight in me, ready to bite my own


    tongue and end it on my terms. Anything was better than being a casualty of this monster.


    “Ugh!” The weight on me suddenly froze, and he looked back in shock.


    Through the haze of my despair, I saw Moore, knife in hand, its de a sinister red. Her face was a


    mask of ice, her eyes dark with venom as she red at us. “You all deserve to die. Once you’re gone,


    Iddy will be mine alone,” she hissed.


    Without a moment’s hesitation, she plunged the knife into Noah’s back. He did not see iting and


    did not even have a chance to fight back. His eyes went wide with shock, and then he was just… gone,


    his blood spilling over me, a chilling, sickening tide.


    The drug had zapped all my strength, leaving me pinned under the gross weight of a corpse.


    Powerless, I could only gape at Moore, who stood nearby, her presence as chilling as Noah’s dead, icy


    stare.