NOVPUBChapter 1095: 504 Offend_3 Chapter 1095: 504 Offend_3 “The person I’m looking for is you.”
The assistant scurries away, clutching his head in fear.
Marcellus Dankworth, late to react, covers his face, screaming: “Ah…”
The whip slash diagonally crossed from the left eye to the right lower jaw, creating a split skin that was gruesomely brutal.
That whip strike snuffed out all of Marcellus Dankworth’s fanciful thoughts, his eyes instantly filled with intensity.
He stared fiercely at Kelly Martinez, “You dare hit me?
You’re dead.”
Only then did he notice Aubree Groove, standing silently behind Kelly, as if she were invisible.
But at this point, he can’t afford to contemplate any further.
This was the first time in his life someone dared to hit his face.
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In his eyes, the woman standing in front of him was already dead.
“Oh, I’m so scared.” Kelly rolled her eyes and lashed out with another whip strike. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
“Here’s another one for you from this lady.”
She has obsessive-compulsive disorder; if she doesn’t draw a cross on his face, she’ll feel uncomfortable.
This time, Marcellus Dankworth doesn’t accept the beating passively.
He suddenly grabs the whip, pulling it hard, but the whip remains immovable.
Marcellus Dankworth practiced judo to protect himself when he was young and could fight several people without issue.
However, his strength has greatly diminished after years of indulging in lust and alcohol.
The striking woman grinned and said, “Marcellus Dankworth, among all the people you could’ve been bothering, you had to choose our Aubree.
Don’t blame this lady for being ruthless.”
As soon as she finished her sentence, she released another whip strike.
Wracked with pain, Marcellus Dankworth abruptly let go of the whip.
The next moment, the whip, agile and flexible like a snake, wrapped itself around Marcellus Dankworth’s neck, and with a fierce pull, he collapsed to his knees, his breathing becomes increasingly difficult and his eyelids twitched violently.
The sensation of impending death was like a fish stranded onshore – frantically struggling.
Fear enveloped him from all sides, like a nightmare plunging into an endless abyss.
The assistant, hiding in the corner, watched this scene helplessly, his knees going weak.
Someone’s really going to be killed.
“Kelly,” Aubree stopped her.
Kelly Martinez gave a cold snort and put away her whip, “Such a terrible nuisance.”
With newly obtained air, Marcellus Dankworth was gasping for breath, his cheeks flushing red.
Even then, he didn’t forget to threaten, “Do you know who I am?
If you offend me, I’ll make sure you wish you were dead.”
“You still have the energy to talk, huh?
Seems like you haven’t been taught enough.”
Kelly Martinez walked in her high heels towards Marcellus Dankworth groaning on the floor, grabbed his collar, and dragged him into the house.
She stripped him naked, tied his feet with a rope, and then threw him onto the railing of the balcony.
Below the balcony was a thirty-story drop, and opposite was a towering skyscraper.
The neon lights of the entire city brightened the night, the night wind was strong, and extremely bone-chilling.
The terrifying realization of what she planned to do caused Marcellus Dankworth to be filled with an immense fear.
“You…
Let me down.
We can talk this out.
My father is Dante Dankworth, my uncle is Braylon Dankworth.
Do you understand the consequences of your actions?”
Kelly Martinez toyed with the rope, “The Dankworths are really big shots, huh?
Unfortunately, they produced a good-for-nothing like you.
I’m just waiting for your father and uncle to find me.
Go ahead.”
Kelly Martinez, with a smile on her face, pointed at his forehead.
Accompanied by a pig-slaughtering-like scream, Marcellus Dankworth fell from the thirtieth-floor balcony.
The scream echoed between heaven and earth, incredibly sorrowful.
A gust of wind brought a foul smell, causing Kelly Martinez to scrunch her face in disgust, “He even wet his pants, yet having so little courage, he dared to do such appalling things.
”
The rope was wound back into her palm, and Marcellus Dankworth’s falling stopped.
Kelly Martinez, with a sly smile, turned her head towards the assistant who had been scared senseless and waved him over, “Come here.”
The assistant stumbled over.
Kelly Martinez handed one end of the rope to him.
The assistant’s immediate reaction was to try to let go, but Kelly Martinez grabbed his hand and put the rope back in it.
“Hold on tight, okay?
I’m assuming you wouldn’t want to bear the consequences of murder?”
The assistant was shivering as he held onto the rope.
His grip wasn’t strong enough and he stumbled into the railing.
The rope slipped a few inches downwards.
He pushed his feet against the glass in fear, gripping the rope tightly.
Kelly Martinez yawned, “Let’s go.
Time to go home and sleep.”
The assistant quickly pleaded, “Miss, please spare me.
I’m just a grunt who works for a wage, I’ve got an elderly mother and a three-year-old at home.
You’re generous, please spare me.”
Kelly Martinez sighed, “Life’s tough huh, lad.
Hang in there a bit longer, dawn is coming soon.”
With that, she left with Aubree Groove.
“Aren’t you afraid of offending the Dankworths?”
Kelly Martinez lifted her eyelid to glance at Aubree Groove, “I did it all for my beloved.
Wasn’t I cool just now?”
Aubree replied helplessly, “The Dankworths won’t let this slide.”
“If the Dankworths were reasonable, they would know they’re wrong and won’t pursue it.
If they take this opportunity to act up, all the better.
We can settle the score.
They raised such a worthless piece of trash, it’s polluting my sight.”
