Chapter 250

“Who knows if you can become Mrs. Nichols? Paying upfront is our standard procedure here,” sneered the man, his voice dripping with malice. “Not a cent less. Otherwise, I’ll cut your fingers off one by one.”

Shelia panicked, but spoke with feigned composure. “I only have 100,000 dollars on me right now. But don’t you know about the Nichols family? If you kill me, you’re killing their future heir in my womb.”

Her words made the man hesitate. Shelia pressed her advantage. “Think about it. Juan and his wife have long been at odds. As soon as you take care of her, I can leverage my pregnancy to become Mrs. Nichols. How much more money would that bring you? I promise you, once I marry Juan, I’ll give you two million dollars, not just one.”

“Words are cheap. You must sign and seal,” he said, producing a document.

One of his accomplices scribbled on it and placed it before Shelia. She scanned the paper, her face paling as she read the stark words: failure to pay on time would result in her life as repayment.

A chill ran down her spine, but she steeled herself. Killing Debra would require a hefty investment. High risks yielded high returns; that was what she’d learned over the years. With a determined hand, she quickly signed and sealed the document.

Nearby, Clarissa trembled, her eyes wide with fear. Shelia was literally staking her life; a misstep could cost them everything.

“Shelia, where did you get 100,000 dollars?” It was already a huge sum beyond their ability to raise. Shelia opened a drawer, took out a bundle of money, and handed it to the three men.

Clarissa rushed over, trying to stop her. “No, that’s my life savings! How could you use it?”

Shelia held Clarissa back and said to the men, “Take it. I want Debra to die as soon as possible.”

The three men exchanged glances and left the room. Clarissa tried to chase after them, but Shelia shoved her to the ground. “It’s just 100,000 dollars. Once I become Mrs. Nichols, money will be no object. Do you want to clear your gambling debts or not?”

Clarissa fell silent. To raise enough money to save her life, she could only rely on Shelia. With a trembling voice, she said, “If you can’t become Mrs. Nichols, then…”

Shelia cut her off, her eyes gleaming with cold determination. “I’m carrying Juan’s child. With Debra gone, I will become Mrs. Nichols.”

Later that evening, Debra’s phone buzzed with a message:

Juan: [Get ready, someone is coming to pick you up.]

Debra: [Where to?]

There was no reply. Despite her confusion, she cleaned up and left the house to find a black car waiting outside. To her surprise, it wasn’t Joe who stepped…