Chapter 299: Chapter 299

Chapter 299:

Karina slowly drew a knife from her belt. The sharp click of her high heels echoed across the wooden floor. She approached with deliberate steps, raising her hand, and struck with deadly precision.

Benedict swiftly ducked to avoid the blade, then twisted around to seize Karina’s wrist, snatching the knife and pressing it firmly against her throat.

He glanced toward Harlee and said, “I don’t know who you are or why you’re siding with Karina against me, but as you can see, with just a twist, the knife is now in my hand.

Do you really think she deserves your help? We have no serious grudges between us, do we? There’s gold in the safe.

Help yourself.

Consider it a gift from me to you, as a new friend.”

The safe was rigged with a deadly trap, one known only to Benedict. If Harlee dared to open it, it would be her last action.

Karina spat at Benedict, but before she could speak, he cut her off.

“You witch, how dare you defy me? Do you really think I won’t kill you—”

Benedict’s words halted as he realized his hands couldn’t move.

“Why don’t you try?” Karina sneered, giving Benedict a light push.

He collapsed to the floor, his body going limp.

“You…” Benedict gasped in shock, his eyes wide as he stared at Harlee, who remained calmly seated on the sofa.

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His body felt as if it were being stung by a thousand bees, trembling uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth to speak, but only painful groans escaped.

Karina raised her foot and gently kicked Benedict’s thigh, causing him to writhe in agony.

His legs flailed on the floor as he desperately tried to grab her foot with his nearly paralyzed hands.

Suddenly, his body arched back and curled into a painful bow shape, his eyes bulging in distress.

Karina smirked, then gracefully crouched down beside him.

She picked up the knife from the floor and gently traced it across his face.

“Looks like our dear Mr. Shakica doesn’t watch much TV,” she mocked, as if sharing a joke, while casting a disdainful glance at the dying man on the floor.

“Don’t you know villains often meet their end because they talk too much? Oh, I nearly forgot.

How does the poisoned water taste, Mr. Shakica?”

With that, Karina sliced a piece of flesh from Benedict’s body without hesitation, a grim sense of satisfaction settling over her.

Benedict convulsed on the floor in agony, too weak to question her any further.

Summoning his last bit of strength, he crawled toward Harlee, hoping she might be his only chance as he lay dying.

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