Chapter 961

When she saw Rachel talking with Luther, she had actually wanted her

dead.

She had deliberately lured Rachel here.

For one thing she could test Rachel, and for another, she could get rid

of her at any time in this place.

As long as it was possible that Rachel might ruin her life, she would

never hesitate to kill her.

Over the years, she had never killed anyone.

But in fact, there was an addiction to killing.

At the beginning, when she killed Stephanie, she was still trembling in

fear at the time, and felt so overwhelmingly nervous afterwards.

She even had nightmares. She was afraid that their souls might still be

alive even after she had killed them and would come looking for her for

revenge.

But when she pushed Rodney down the stairs with her own hands, and

watched Rodney die, she had become much calmer than the first time.

For Rodney, there was still a trace of reluctance and attachment in her

heart. After all, Rodney gave her the love of a family that she had never

experienced.

However, she would not hesitate to eradicate anyone who got in her

way.

No one could be an exception.

After four years.

Now she's killed Rachel.

This time, she had absolutely no fear or dread.

What she had was peace!

Towards Rachel, she was even less likely to feel any attachment.

This time, all she had was pleasure and excitement!

The relief of killing and finally being able to bury the truth once and for

all could not be described in words.

It made her feel soothed and refreshed.

She stood by the trestle bridge, enjoying the blowing cold breeze of the

night, and did not feel cold but extraordinarily happy.

She looked at the reservoir. A huge splash first came up from the water,

and then Rachel sank right towards the bottom. Afterwards, there was a

big whirlpool formed on the water stirring up gusts of foam, before the

water returned to complete calm.

She calmly admired the whole process, certain that Rachel would never

survive.

An evil smile spread across her lips.

The first two killings were too hasty. If she could take it easy like today,

appreciate the entire process and prolong the pleasure of Killing, it

would be more enjoyable.

It would be perfect if she could have a cigar at this time.

Rachel, the old woman, was finally gone from this world.

No one would ever know again that Cecelia ever asked about the

pendant.

The truth, as Rachel sank into the reservoir, would also be gone

forever.

She straightened up and dusted the droplets on her clothes off.

Then pacing leisurely, she walked back towards the venue.

There was no surveillance nearby, and no one would ever think of her

for what happened tonight.

It was time for her to go to the charitable party and receive flowers from

the donee.

This way, she would also have a perfect alibi.

Every time, attending a charity party for those orphans made her feel

disgusted.

Only today, she was in an exceptionally good mood.

When she returned to the venue, the award ceremony was about to

begin.

And those staff members were all looking around for Charlotte and

were relieved when they found her.

"Mrs. Robertson, the award ceremony is about to start and we have

been waiting for you. You are to present the awards, so you must be

there."

"Oh, I'm going for a walk in the back garden."

Charlotte smiled.

“Isn't it cold outside? Wow, Mrs. Robertson, you look so good tonight,

with your rosy cheeks. It goes so well with your dress."

The staff bowed their heads and flattered Charlotte.

“Is that so?" Charlotte stroked her face smugly.

Tonight, another big problem was solved.

Of course, she looked better.