“Why is it you again? Haven’t you hurt me enough?” Hannah roared at the person before her in a voice filled with rage, hatred, and most of all, resentment.
“This is all on you! Initially, everything was fine after you left. But then, you came back and started investigating my mother! Well? Can you blame me for this?”
The person who was speaking was none other than Lyna, the daughter of Felicia Chalamet, the woman who had caused the death of Hannah’s mother.
“How was that wrong of me? Your mother was cruel and ruthless to kill my mother in such a despicable way! She had committed a crime, so she should be brought to justice!” Hannah bellowed at Lyna in unbridled fury.
“Huh? You’re right. You’re absolutely right! Bringing her to justice, you said? But have you ever heard of the saying, ‘every man for himself and the devil take the hindmost?’ If your mother hadn’t died, would I be able to enjoy such an easy life?” Lyna retorted with a sneer.
“Hmph! You’d better pray that my mother is fine, or you’ll soon be accompanying your mother in the afterlife.”
Changing the subject abruptly, she then threw Hannah a look before leaving.
“Mr. Norton, there’s a woman here to see you, and she’s now downstairs,” Fabian’s trusted aide murmured cautiously, afraid that Fabian would fly into a rage.
“Throw her out!”
Fury swamped Fabian, for Hannah was the only woman he loved. Yet, a woman actually came to seek me out at such a time? Does she have a death wish or what?
“Mr. Norton, she claimed… to know Ms. Young’s whereabouts.”
As soon as Fabian heard that, he immediately perked up. He sprang to his feet at once. “Take me to her.”
When he got downstairs, he learned that the woman who sought him out was none other than Yvette, the person who had colluded with Lyna time and again to hurt Hannah.
Confronted with her, he naturally treated her with utter contempt. “Well? Where is Hannah?” he demanded coldly.
If it weren’t for the fact that she knows where Hannah is, I would’ve killed her a long time ago!
Taking a deep breath, Yvette cut straight to the chase. “In a factory in the suburbs of Baykeep.”
The moment her words fell, Fabian instantly rushed over with his men.
Meanwhile, Natasha was no weakling as a professional assassin. She loosened the rope around her wrists bit by bit. Then, she whispered to Hannah, “Hannah, feign passing out with a stomachache.”
All at once, Hannah understood her plan. While she wasn’t certain whether it would work, she still chose to trust her. Letting out a loud cry, she then faked a faint.
“Someone, help! She has passed out!” Natasha shouted at the top of her lungs.
Hearing that, the three men who were responsible for keeping guard over Hannah and Natasha rushed over at once. After all, their boss had left instructions for those two women to remain unharmed, so there would be hell to pay if anything happened.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“I have no idea.”
“Huh?”
“Hurry up and check her over! What if something happened to her?”
The three of them cast Hannah and Natasha a glance. Thinking that two petite women would be no match for them, one of them strode forward and leaned over Hannah.
Seizing the opportunity, Natasha shot out and restrained the man who had leaned over. In the next moment, she kicked another man in the lower abdomen, sending him flying with an agonizing cry.
Flipping the man whom she had restrained, Natasha then punched the remaining man. As a professional assassin, her blows were naturally lethal, so the man lost consciousness as the punch landed solidly on his neck.
After having subdued all three men, she helped Hannah up and urged, “Let’s go, Hannah.”
