Chapter 596: Chapter 596

Chapter 596:

Allison folded her arms, her voice calm but taunting. “Not quite fourteen million yet, so no need to rush. You still have plenty of daylight for more slaps.”

Melany’s face, already red from the slaps, blanched at the thought. Even less than fourteen million? She felt like she was losing a part of herself with each slap, and the money they earned was far less than she expected.

She dreaded the idea of collapsing before she could secure Colton’s freedom.

“Lindy, maybe we should go home first and talk to Keanu about all of this,” she whispered urgently.

Lindy frowned, her hesitation clear. “But if he learns about this incident…”

Melany had only one hope left: that Keanu would step in. She angled her brow just so, crafting an air of quiet distress. “Lindy, time’s slipping away. The longer Colton’s stuck in Muisvedo, the worse his chances get.”

Her original plan had been simple — bringing Lindy along to provoke Allison. But fate had turned the tables, and now, all she wanted was to leave before the night could offer up any further humiliation. “Even if Colton made mistakes, Keanu wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing,” she said, hoping to draw attention to her words.

Lindy latched onto the sentiment, her own embarrassment vanishing under a surge of renewed resolve. “Right! There’s no way he could be so heartless!”

Melany’s comment inspired her; it took hold of her will. It fed her anger like fuel to a flame. Past grievances played out in her mind, until they hit a boiling point.

“Allison, I hope you’re satisfied,” she snarled. “You won’t get off that easily — I’ll make sure your life is a living hell!”

Sweeping her gaze over the crowd, Lindy caught sight of herself in a nearby mirror. Her once sophisticated designer outfit was now covered in mud, and one of her earrings was missing. Her wrist was bruised and red, and her face was marked with red and pale streaks. Not a trace of her wealthy elegance remained.

The sight of herself, compounded by the smug, entertained glances from the onlookers, made her blood boil. “What’s so funny? You bunch of shallow-minded fools!” she seethed, her cheeks flushed with anger.

Lindy pointed directly at Allison, the last remnant of civility between them shattering like fragile glass. “I never thought you’d sink so low, you wretch—”

But before the words left her mouth, a shriek erupted. “Ahhh! Let go!” No one saw Allison move from her spot.

She grabbed Lindy’s finger and bent it back easily until a sharp, sickening crack echoed.

Lindy staggered back, her face twisted in agony and disbelief. If Melany hadn’t caught her, she would have fallen to the ground.

“Allison, are you out of your mind? How dare you!” Lindy cried, the searing pain forcing tears to her eyes. For all she knew, her finger might as well be broken.

Allison’s lips twisted into a cold, mocking smile. “Oh, you didn’t know?” she replied icily. “I’m a madwoman, Lindy. So, for your own good, don’t push me again — or I’ll make your life a living nightmare.”

Normally, Lindy wouldn’t let anyone treat her like this. But something about the look in Allison’s eyes sent a chill rippling through her, anchoring her to the spot in terrified silence. It was a cold, threatening energy, which only made Lindy shrink back in fear.

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