Chapter 9
The knife was quickly brought out, and as Emerson looked at the sharp blade in Lindsey’s hand, a chill ran up
his spine.
“What were you going to do? What were you going to do…”
She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a hoarse breath. She wanted to escape, but someone tightly held her shoulders.
She was despairingly helpless, being pressed to the ground, just watching Lindsey approaching her step by step with a knife.
“What are you doing? Of course, it is to ruin your face, and see if you still dare to have plastic surgery to look
like me!”
As soon as the words fell, Lindsey exerted all her strength and slashed the knife heavily across her face!
“Ah!”
The blade cut through the flesh, revealing the bone beneath. She could no longer bear the pain and let out a
cry.
But the next second, Lindsey took another swipe at her.
One cut.
Two knives.
Three knives.
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Eighteen knives.
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Thirty-four cuts.
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Fifty-two slashes in total, Emerson wailed in pain, yet this group of people showed no mercy for even a
moment.
She heard the sound of the knife cutting through flesh and skin clearly.
She also clearly felt the traces of blood flowing down her cheeks.
She clearly saw the grim and terrifying smiles on their faces.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, her face had already become a bloody mess, and her whole body involuntarily convulsed.
Lindsey, however, still seemed unsatisfied and had her best friend go to the kitchen to make a bucket of chili
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water.
Then Emerson pressed his whole bloody face into the pepper spray.
Emerson instantly erupted into a sharp scream, a sound that was like an invisible pair of hands tightly gripping the heart, utterly miserable.
Pain, it hurts so much…
Lindsey, on the other hand, laughed wildly, with a crazy expression on her face, and continuously took photos
of her with her phone.
“Hahaha, look at you now, you look just like a dog, so disgusting it makes people want to vomit.”
“You used to look like this, your whole face was ruined, I want to see if you still dare to seduce Tristian.”
Emerson opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a word. He lay there in a pool of blood, like a puddle of mud,
unable to move, barely breathing.
A few close friends gathered around and faintly heard her saying, “You… will… regret… it…”
The crowd couldn’t help but feel a bit scared, “Lindsey, did you make too much trouble? Mr. Eldred won’t
blame us, will he?”
Lindsey sneered, crossing her arms and admiring it all, completely unconcerned. “Blame what? Tristian likes me so much, how could he possibly blame me for this little thing? Besides, I’m carrying his child, which is like a get-out-of-jail-free card. Have you all forgotten how much he cared about me before?”
The best friends nodded in agreement, and they no longer dared to worry.
Lindsey kicked Emerson, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and said, “I warned you, not everyone can make Tristian fall in love. You’re better off dead with that ambition of yours.”
“Since you are so lacking in men, I will give you a few men as a reward.”
After saying that, Lindsey called a few beggars.
Lindsey looked at the several beggars with yellow teeth and bad breath and smiled satisfactorily. She pointed
at the woman lying on the ground, covered in blood.
“She was yours.”
“Although the face couldn’t be seen, the figure was still fine. Play however you want, just don’t kill me.”
Several beggars wandered all year round, without having touched a woman for many years. They didn’t mind
Emerson, drooling uncontrollably, and suddenly pounced on him.
The skirt was instantly torn to pieces.
Looking at the smooth and slippery jade body, their eyes emitted green light like evil wolves.
Several people rushed to touch her, constantly licking her skin with their mouths.
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