The Runaway Groom Chapter 330


    Chapter 330


    Greg was caughtpletely off guard!


    However, he simply felt a stabbing pain over his back and did not know what was actually happening.


    Wheeling on Quincy, he was ready tosh out at her when he saw the knife in her hand.


    His pupils dted as he shrieked, “You bitch!”


    He promptly made a grab for a hand, but she simply pulled back and eluded his grasp.


    She was already on a warpath. There was no warmth in her eyes, only murderous spite.


    She could not tolerate betrayal of such a degree in the first ce anyway!


    Thus, she did not hesitate to stab him squarely in the chest then!


    “Greg, I’ve been asking myself many questions, but it turns out that I never betrayed you. But what do I


    get from you now? Hmm?”


    Blood was gushing out of Greg’s wounds, instantly dyeing his shirt red. Greg had no strength to


    retaliate at all, and could only re at Quincy in anguish.


    “You heinous bitch…”


    “I’m heinous?” Quincyughed coolly. “You did this to me!”


    Greg suddenly seized her neck with both hands, but he was already drained of any strength.


    Quincy knew he could not do a thing, and remained utterly calm, evenughing as she watched him


    with eyes cold and indifferent. “Even if I die, you’re definitelying with me.”


    She knew that there was no going back after things hade to this.


    “I’ve never been abused or humiliated by anyone before, but some young bitch did that to me today, all


    because of you.”


    “Fuck you,” Greg breathed, his face now devoid of color while his vision darkened from blood loss.


    Quincy briskly pulled the knife out just then, and blood gushed even quicker out from his chest wound,


    soon leaving arge puddle on the floor while Greg dropped limply on it with a dull thud.


    Remaining impassive, Quincy took out a tissue to wipe the blood on the knife, and then left the house,


    making sure to lock the door behind her..


    She then drove to Greg and Kathy’s love nest.


    Kathy was lounging on the couch, dressed infortable clothes, snacking on slices of fruit while.


    watching TV.


    Ding–dong-


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    The doorbell suddenly rang.


    She stayed on the couch and asked loudly, “Who is it?”


    There was no response.


    Ding–dong-


    Grapherna


    The doorbell kept ringing.


    Annoyed, she finally got up and looked through the peephole, and saw that it was Quincy.


    Although she was puzzled as to why Quincy woulde, the thought of Greg’s backing made her


    fearless.


    She opened the door right then, folding her arms before her chest and asking loftily. “What are you


    doing here? To beg for mercy? Well, I’m sorry to say that I’m fresh cut of that. Also, I don’t like seeing


    you here, and you’d better not show up again or I’ll ask Greg to buy me a mansion.”


    Quincy smiled. “I don’t think he can now.”


    While Kathy noticed that Quincy was much colder than before, she sensed no danger, and acted


    Before she finished, however, she spotted the knife Quincy was holding behind her back.


    Her eyes widened in shock.


    She quickly turned to run, but Quincy strode forward and grabbed her by the hair,ughing coldly as


    she


    did.


    “Why are you running? Hmm?!”


    Then, as she leaned in so that her face was beside Kathy’s ear, Quincy could clearly feel her trembling.


    and her smile broadened with horrific bloodlust.


    “Oh, it pleases me so much to see you shudder like this.”


    As she spoke, she held her knife against her belly–one firm press and it would tear through skin.


    Kathy was almost hysterical from terror. “Y–You wouldn’t dare! This is a crime! You’ll go to prison-”


    Kathy did not even finish when Quincy raised her knife, poising it as if responding to Kathy’s ims that


    she ‘wouldn’t dare‘…