Chapter 425 No One Is Allowed to Hurt Her


    Overwhelmed by anger and sadness, I found it almost impossible to breathe. I looked at Yara, and I


    simply could not fathom how someone could so callously disregard a life, treating it with such


    contempt. She did not blink, and I even saw a sense of pleasure in her eyes.


    What kind of person could be so cruel and terrifying?


    "You''re simply inhuman," were the words I managed to spat out. My voice was hoarse, and my


    throat was painfully sore.


    She looked at me with disdain and mocked, "Human? In my eyes, you''re no different from these


    animals. But you''re not as lucky as they were. I''ve prepared a more interesting death for you."


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    With that, she smirked coldly and ordered the person beside her, "Bring the boiling oil we prepared.


    Let''s give Ms. Scott a bath."


    The person nodded and left.


    A few minutester, they returned with a pot of sizzling, boiling oil. Yara smiled with narrowed eyes


    as she looked at me. Her smile was unusually bright. "Yvette, although I find your face average,


    Charlie seems to think it''s beautiful. So, unfortunately for you, I have to destroy it. Once your


    annoying face is ruined, Charlie won''t think about you anymore."


    As she spoke, she stirred the boiling oil with adle and then scooped up a spoonful, lifting it toward


    me. I could almost feel the scalding heat as the oil neared my face.


    I resisted instinctively but found myself held down firmly by Yara''s people, unable to move an inch.


    As she was about to pour the boiling oil over my head, every cell and hair on my body trembled in


    terror.


    I knew better than anyone that having this scalding substance poured over me would be far more


    painful than death.


    Nheless, I was helpless. I could not resist, and I was powerless in the face of danger. All I could


    do was close my eyes and wait for the end.


    "Ahhh!" An agonizing scream suddenly rang out. I froze for a moment, then turned to see that a


    sharp dagger had been thrust into Yara''s right wrist, which was holding the hot oil. The pot of oil fell


    to the ground, sshing everywhere.


    In a daze, I saw Yara screaming in pain, holding her bleeding right hand. She almost copsed as


    she yelled, "Ahhh... my hand, it hurts! It hurts so much!"


    Her henchmen panicked, rushing to her aid.


    I was bewildered for a few seconds, then regained my senses and looked toward the direction the


    dagger hade. That was when I saw a tall, upright figure swiftly approaching me. While


    supporting my shoulder, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you alright?"


    Looking at the person in front of me, my mind momentarily froze. It was Lucas, but why did he…?


    I could not describe my emotions at that moment. I simply looked at his anxious and flustered


    expression, feeling increasingly confused inside.


    After checking me over and seeing that I was unharmed, Lucas helped me up. Once he had me


    standing to one side, he approached the screaming and wailing Yara. The people surrounding Yara


    instinctively stepped back upon seeing him.


    Yara was still clutching her wrist that was pierced by the dagger. She looked up at him with a


    distorted face with her bloodshot eyes. Her voice was hoarse and desperate. "Charlie, you actually


    hurt me for her?!"


    Lucas looked down at her. His demonically handsome face seemed indifferent. He merely spat out


    coldly, "I''ve said before that no one is allowed to hurt her, Yara. You shouldn''t have ignored my


    words."


    Yara screamed, "She''s nothing but a worthless animal, yet you''re protecting her like this?! You''ve


    hurt me, Charlie, and my father won''t let you get away with it!"


    Lucas remained expressionless. His voice was icy as he said, "I''ll exin it to him." After speaking,


    he turned to Yara''s henchmen andmanded coldly, "Take her to treat her wounds."


    Naturally, none of them dared to dy any further and hurriedly took the howling Yara away.


    It suddenly became quiet in the previously chaotic yard. The tormented and mutted Candy had


    long since stopped breathing, his torn body parts lying around in the yard.


    I looked over, wanting to go pick them up, but I could not move a single step forward.


    After the extreme panic and fear, I had no strength to move even half a step.


    Lucas walked up to me, looking at me with his dark, deep eyes. He reached out to help me, but I


    avoided his touch, silently looking at him. I barely even had the strength to scream.


    I could only manage to squeeze a few words out of my throat, "Bury them, please!"