Chapter 1202

“Help me kill that woman!” Aubree’s gaze locked on Cory’s. “I can’t wait any longer! Roxanne must die!”

Cory stared incredulously. “Have you gone mad?”

Cory was a private investigator skilled in surveillance and investigation. Most private investigators were cautious, even timid. While Cory was an exception, preferring challenging assignments like stalking Roxanne despite the risk of Lucian discovering him, he lacked the stomach for murder. Killing someone in front of Lucian was not impossible, but Cory knew the likelihood of getting caught was extremely high.

“Help me kill her. I’ll give you anything you want!” Aubree’s eyes blazed with a frantic energy. “She must die!”

Cory frowned, wanting to escape. He feared Aubree would say something even more outlandish. Before he could flee, she seized his wrist. “Don’t run!” she hissed. “We’re in this together, remember? You helped me poison those men! If Lucian finds out, do you think he’ll let you live?”

Cory froze, shooting her a frigid look. “Are you threatening me?”

“I’m stating a fact! If Roxanne marries Lucian, will we escape punishment? The only way out is for me to take her place! In other words, Roxanne must die!” Aubree sneered.

Silence filled the restroom. Cory stared at her, a surge of homicidal intent washing over him.

“Help me,” Aubree purred. “I’ll pay you handsomely. Afterwards, I’ll send you abroad. Lucian won’t even look for you. And if he does, he won’t find anything incriminating!”

Cory gritted his teeth, weighing his options. Finally, he ground out, “I can’t do it. Find a professional.”

“I know you can do it! I only trust you!” Aubree vehemently rejected his suggestion.

Aubree, Cory, and Frieda were all in a desperate situation. Their survival hinged on Aubree becoming Lucian's wife. Aubree understood this shared interest.

Cory was at his wit’s end. The crazed look in Aubree’s eyes prevented him from outright refusing. He stalled, saying, “I’ll think about it. I’ll get back to you.”

Aubree eyed him suspiciously for a few seconds before reluctantly releasing him.

As they left the restroom, Aubree’s phone rang. The call seemed to calm her somewhat; Cory’s consideration evidently eased her anxiety. She answered, frowning as she saw it was Frieda. Why was she calling at this hour?

Frieda’s voice cut through the line, “Aubree, where are you? Something’s happened to Roxanne! Lucian’s with her!”