Chapter 108 You Want to Bet?
For the first time, I saw sheer terror in his eyes–raw, ugly, and twisted. Yet, to me, it was beautiful, like a painting unfurling before me, so mesmerizing it filled me with pure delight.
He stared at me in disbelief, his voice cracking, “Aurora! You’re not drugged? What the hell are you up to?!”
His shock was so profound that the I**t in his eyes vanished, leaving him looking utterly powerless.
I could feel the heat of a hidden sniper’s aim burning into me like a laser, the weight of their focus pressing
down.
I chuckled softly, slowly turning my head to follow the direction of the stare until my eyes met those of the lurking sniper.
In that moment, I heard a sharp, panicked breath–a sound that gave away their fear.
I gave them a warning glance before casually looking away, my voice cool and casual, “Philip, tell your men to lower their guns, or else… I’ll start shooting.”
Philip’s icy glare bore into me, his voice laced with venom, “Aurora, you’re tougher than I thought. But getting a g*n in here–that’s all you’ve got, isn’t it?”
I raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on my lips. “Philip, you wanna bet?”
His lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes searching my face for any trace of doubt or hesitation.
But he was destined to be disappointed. I was radiating pure satisfaction–no trace of fear or uncertainty to
be found.
After all, my g*n was loaded. I had the upper hand.
When he still didn’t respond, impatience gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple quiver under my palm, trembling like a leaf in the wind. It sent a rush of exhilaration through me.
I pressed the barrel of my g*n against his temple, my smile never wavering as I murmured, “Philip, you want
to die?”
That question shattered his composure. Fear flashed in his eyes, and with gritted teeth, he gestured to the snipers lurking in the shadows.
I felt the tension ease slightly as the guns aimed at me were lowered, though a few still kept their focus on
- me.
I knew Philip wouldn’t give up so easily. He was waiting for the right moment to strike back.
Too bad for him.
I tapped the barrel of my g*n lightly against his forehead, the gesture dripping with sarcasm. “Philip, don’t
even think about it. You’re done.”
Philip’s eyes flickered with a glint of calculation before he flashed me a sickeningly sweet smile. “Aurora,” he said, his voice laced with false sincerity, “I’ve always been honest with you.”
I wasn’t fooled. Not even for a moment. My gaze locked onto him, and in that moment, I couldn’t shake the image of him smugly showing off my sister’s photo, his arrogance written all over his face. Just thinking
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about it made my blood boil, and the urge to kill him flared uncontrollably.
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I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Killing him now wasn’t an option–he was still useful to me. My eyes stayed fixed on him, and I could see his mind racing. He hadn’t given up yet; his eyes occasionally glinted with a dark spark, no doubt plotting his escape.
We were locked in a stalemate. I knew the moment I let my guard down even slightly, he’d pounce, and I’d be the one under his control. As a woman, I was at a physical disadvantage, and I couldn’t risk losing control of the situation. This tense standoff was the safest move.
Philip, for his part, didn’t seem anxious. He was biding his time, quietly building up his energy. But he was out of luck. I could hear the muted crackle of gunfire in the distance–my feam was storming his estate. The suppressors on their weapons made the sounds almost imperceptible, but I knew what I was hearing. All I had to do was buy them time.
My expression stayed calm, my hand tightly gripping his throat. “Philip Hodge,” I said coolly, “it’s your turn to answer my questions.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously under my palm. It felt so delicate, as if one squeeze could end him. I didn’t care about the look on his face. My voice was icy as I demanded, “Where is 0687?”
I was desperate for any clue about my sister. Philip’s eyes flickered again, and I felt the faint tremor in his throat. I let out a derisive snort, pressing the g’n harder against his temple. “Don’t even try to lie to me, Philip.
You’re out of options.”
He flashed me a slimy, insincere smile, so phony it was almost comical. I knew he was trying to fool me, but I kept my composure, waiting for his answer. His voice came out hoarse and strained, barely a whisper, “Aurora, I don’t know where your sister is. She escaped three months ago.”
My throat tightened, a wave of bitter despair crashed over me, threatening to drag me into its suffocating
depths.
I’d already braced myself for this. After all, when Philip had shown me my sister’s photo, he’d called her his “prized possession and claimed she’d gone missing.
I’d tried to convince myself he was lying, that it was all a ruse. But the truth hit hard–he hadn’t deceived me. My sister was probably not missing–she’d likely been handed off to someone else.
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut.
My gaze bore into Philip, sharp and unyielding. I couldn’t read his mind, but his body language betrayed less tension–he was plotting something.
It looked like… he’d found a way to slip free from my grasp.
I froze mid–motion, a frosty smirk creeping across my face as I slowly withdrew the g*n from his temple. His eyes sparkled with a fleeting glimmer of desperate hope.
I felt the muscles beneath my hand tighten–Philip was gearing up to strike.
In a split second, I jammed the g*n barrel into his mouth, the cold steel pressing hard against his tongue.
His eyes bulged in terror as I let out a deranged laugh. “Philip, I warned you–no games. My sister didn’t escape, did she? Spill the truth, or I’ll turn your mouth into a b****y crater.”
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