Chapter 1152 What Kind Of Existence The young manâs breath got caught in his throat upon hearing his superiorâs words. âH-How is this possible?â 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, âWhat do you mean by impossible? Youâre still too young; thatâs why youâre spouting such naive stuff! Just wait until you live up to my age. Youâll be able to make sense of everything then.â âButââ
âNo buts,â his superior interjected. âIf 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!â
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 Natalieâs arrest. Heidi walked up to Helma, buzzing with excitement. âDonât you think itâs karma, Helma? This b*tch is finally getting what she deserves.â
The violation Heidi experienced that night would forever be imprinted in her mind. Natalieâs charge of drug trafficking was just what Heidi wanted to hear.
Compared to Heidiâs obvious excitement, Helma barely showed any emotions. She merely lifted her eyes to meet Heidiâs. âWhatâs the hurry? Sheâs only arrested now. Itâs not too late to celebrate when sheâs convicted and given capital punishment.â
âHelma,â Heidi started in a sweet tone. âI was being happy for you. Youâve been forced to stay in the low because of this b*tch. Although she hasnât been convicted, itâs basically confirmed at this point. Her only ending is âdeathâââ
Helma did not give Heidi a chance to finish her sentence as she pushed the latterâs hand away from her arm. âIâm tired. You should leave.â
The word âleaveâ 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,â 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 âEnterâ key did a smile appear on her red lips. âNatalie Nichols. I want to see you descend to hell and stay there for good.â
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 medicationâs 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 manâs face radiated a gentleness Natalie was familiar with.
Natalie was slightly taken aback. âItâs you,â 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.
âEverything was going well, Natalie. Why did you do this to yourself?â