Chapter 1152 What Kind Of Existence
The young man’s breath got caught in his throat upon hearing his superior’s words. “H-How is this possible?” he stuttered.
His superior pulled out a new cigarette from his box and passed it to the young man before lighting another one himself. After taking a puff, he slowly said, “What do you mean by impossible? You’re still too young; that’s why you’re spouting such naive stuff! Just wait until you live up to my age. You’ll be able to make sense of everything then.” “But—”
“No buts,” his superior interjected. “If you want to survive, you better remember every word I told you earlier! This woman has to be injured, but she cannot die! Remember to find the best doctor to treat her. If she were to die, both you and I might as well kiss our lives goodbye!”
The young man nodded frantically. He hurried away, but not without casting a quick glance in the direction of the pitch-black room.
Those who want this woman dead have a powerful position. Yet, those who want her alive, too, hold similar influences. Just what kind of existence of is she?
Meanwhile, at the Leitz residence. Both Helma and Heidi had received the news of Natalie’s arrest. Heidi walked up to Helma, buzzing with excitement. “Don’t you think it’s karma, Helma? This b*tch is finally getting what she deserves.”
The violation Heidi experienced that night would forever be imprinted in her mind. Natalie’s charge of drug trafficking was just what Heidi wanted to hear.
Compared to Heidi’s obvious excitement, Helma barely showed any emotions. She merely lifted her eyes to meet Heidi’s. “What’s the hurry? She’s only arrested now. It’s not too late to celebrate when she’s convicted and given capital punishment.”
“Helma,” Heidi started in a sweet tone. “I was being happy for you. You’ve been forced to stay in the low because of this b*tch. Although she hasn’t been convicted, it’s basically confirmed at this point. Her only ending is ‘death’—”
Helma did not give Heidi a chance to finish her sentence as she pushed the latter’s hand away from her arm. “I’m tired. You should leave.”
The word “leave” was normally used with maids.
Heidi had been sucking up to Helma all this time, yet Helma had never treated her as a sister; she was merely a maid that was dispensable to Helma.
Heidi was irritated, but there was nothing she could do about Helma.
Sure,” Heidi replied as she walked away, feeling resentful.
Helma, however, did not resort to resting. Instead, she went to her computer and sent an email.
It was only after pressing the “Enter” key did a smile appear on her red lips. “Natalie Nichols. I want to see you descend to hell and stay there for good.”
Soon enough, Helma received a reply to her email.
Natalie finally regained consciousness after a while and realized she was lying on a bed.
There was a window in the room, and the ceiling was white. She could even see the golden rays of the sun pouring through the window.
However, the only disturbing thing was the fact that her limbs were still cuffed. Thus, immobilizing her.
Those signs proved that she was still unable to escape from the cage of her assaulters.
Someone had tended to the wounds on her body, but the medication’s effects were insufficient since she continued to suffer severe pain whenever she moved. Subconsciously, Natalie grimaced and grunted in discomfort.
Just then, the sound of leather shoe heels stepping on the floor was heard.
Natalie thought it was those people on guard and was coming up with a plan on how to deal with them.
Shortly after, someone in white stood before her, staring her down.
That man’s face radiated a gentleness Natalie was familiar with.
Natalie was slightly taken aback. “It’s you,” she croaked.
Due to her severe injuries, her voice appeared to be weak. Although it did not come out as a mere whisper, it was still hoarse.
Bastien slowly leaned toward Natalie and grabbed her handcuffs, pulling her hands up in the process. “Everything was going well, Natalie. Why did you do this to yourself?”
