Chapter 833: Chapter 833

Chapter 833:

Meanwhile, Hale was caught in an intense situation of his own.

His voice was cold and controlled as he instructed, “Find a safe place and lay low. I’ll join you after settling things here. Keep Harlee unharmed for now. She could be vital for your survival.”

Lindsay murmured a shaky “Okay,” her voice trembling convincingly. She continued her feigned rambling, expressing exaggerated fears until Hale finally hung up.

As soon as the call ended, a sly grin spread across her face. So, Hale wanted Harlee untouched? Well, she could entertain herself by tormenting Nyomi a bit longer.

With a chilling sense of humor, Lindsay withdrew a small blade and made a deliberate cut along Nyomi’s arm, treating the act as though she were slicing through fine ham.

Blood oozed from the wound, splattering onto Harlee’s still, tranquil face.

Despite the swelling from Lindsay’s earlier slaps, Harlee’s expression remained eerily serene, like a distorted Sleeping Beauty.

Nyomi stirred, the pain shooting through her arm forcing her awake. Lindsay raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“You’re awake? Good. Now we can really have some fun.”

Nyomi stared at her in utter bewilderment.

Fun? Did Lindsay genuinely find pleasure in torturing her? And wasn’t Lindsay the infamous criminal who had been locked away? Why was she here now? And what had happened to Harlee?

The thought of Harlee—who had mysteriously passed out just before Nyomi herself had lost consciousness—flashed through her mind. Panic surged as she instinctively turned her head, scanning the area.

Her eyes landed on Harlee, her face smeared with blood yet motionless.

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“Miss Sanderson… Miss Sanderson, please, you need to wake up… What’s happened to you?” Nyomi’s voice was filled with urgency as she desperately tried to rouse her.

Distraught at the sight of Harlee’s battered appearance, tears streamed down Nyomi’s cheeks.

“You monster! How could you do this to her?”

Lindsay observed Nyomi’s emotional outburst with detached amusement, as though she were an audience member watching a play unfold. Then, struck by sudden inspiration, she brandished the knife and pointed it menacingly at Harlee’s arm.

Nyomi, panicked, cried out, “Stop! Put the knife down! Rhys and Skyla will never forgive you for this.” Struggling against her restraints, her frantic movements seemed to delight Lindsay even further.

Lindsay chuckled, a grim amusement lighting up her eyes, which seemed to glint with malevolent intensity. The metallic scent of blood in the air only seemed to heighten her excitement, her demeanor growing increasingly manic.

“Your desperate attempts only make this more entertaining,” she sneered, her grip tightening on the knife.

As Lindsay prepared to strike Harlee’s arm, Harlee stirred awake.

Blinking against the pain, she surveyed her surroundings sharply, quickly piecing together the situation.

Her voice, cold and commanding despite the circumstances, sliced through the tension.

“Lindsay Morgan!”

Lindsay, now glaring at Harlee with unbridled malice, hesitated for a moment.

Even in such grim circumstances, Harlee exuded a sense of authority that only fueled Lindsay’s rage. Overcome by fury, Lindsay slapped Harlee across the face.

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