Chapter 1245

Before Frieda could react, Roxanne jabbed the needle into Aubree's shoulder. Aubree's agonized scream jolted Frieda back to her senses. Despite her fear, Frieda tried to intervene, stepping between the two women. Before she could speak, a needle pierced her wrist. Excruciating pain lanced through her; her mind blanked. Instinctively, she clutched her wrist and crouched, tears streaming down her face.

"You shouldn't interfere," Roxanne said coldly, moving around Frieda to squat beside Aubree. "This is between Ms. Pearson and me."

Without Frieda's support, Aubree struggled to remain upright, fighting the urge to collapse as waves of pain washed over her. Seeing Roxanne's unyielding demeanor, she cried out, "Kill me if you can! Otherwise, I will definitely not let you off…"

Before Aubree could finish, another wave of pain tore through her other shoulder. She clutched her arm, collapsing to the ground, her forehead slick with sweat. Roxanne watched expressionlessly, her eyes devoid of emotion.

"I'm just teaching you a lesson," Roxanne said, "to show how easily I can kill you. And I have countless ways to make your lives a living hell. Try me if you dare!"

Roxanne cast a cold glance at the women, then stood. "My house is too small for important people like you. Get lost. And if you can't stand, I don't mind helping." She casually displayed a clean silver needle, flashing it before Frieda and Aubree.

Their pain intensified; their faces paled further at the sight.

"Just you wait…" Aubree seethed, her numb hands clenching into trembling fists.

To prevent further provocation, Frieda, enduring her own pain, stood and helped Aubree to her feet. "Aubree, let's go," she urged.

As Frieda assisted Aubree, another sharp pain shot through her arm. Both women, pale and profusely sweating, stumbled out of the house. They wanted to escape, to leave this place behind as quickly as possible.

"That wretched woman!" Aubree muttered bitterly. "I'm going to kill her!"

Their staggering exit drew curious, scrutinizing gazes. Aubree glared back, only to be met with more pointed fingers.

"Ha! Looks like she's been caught having an affair," someone sneered. "So many mistresses these days!"

Aubree's expression darkened. "What nonsense? Do you know who I am? I won't let this slide!"

Seeing the woman approach, Frieda quickly grabbed Aubree's arm. "Aubree, let's just go. What if this gets back to Lucian?"

Aubree glared one last time before hurrying away with Frieda.