Chapter 1495

Roxanne knew she couldn't help, so she didn't insist and got into the car. Lucian directed the remaining bodyguards into their vehicles, and soon, they were all gone.

Ophelia remained blindfolded throughout the journey, the car's silence unnerving. "I know I'm wrong! I really do! Please spare me!" she pleaded, fear clenching her heart. Her pleas went unanswered.

The car slowed, making Ophelia's heart leap into her throat. Overwhelmed with anxiety, she could barely breathe, images from television shows flashing before her eyes. The Farwell family's wealth and power made eliminating her seem as simple as crushing an ant. Her terror peaked when someone approached with a rope. She gasped and fainted.

She awoke on a building's top floor, a small helicopter before her. Lucian, hand in pocket, looked down expressionlessly. "How was your sleep, Ms. Smith?"

Ophelia shuddered. "W-What do you want?"

Lucian's eyes narrowed. "Who told you to do this?"

Ophelia opened and closed her mouth, finally shaking her head. "N-No one. I wanted to do this." Revealing Aubree would bring retaliation, even if she survived Lucian.

"Is that so?" Lucian stepped on her hand, his expression unchanged. "Then tell me, what grudge do you have against Roxanne?"

Ophelia couldn't answer. Without Aubree, she wouldn't even know Roxanne Jarvis existed.

"I hear you have a fear of heights," Lucian continued. "What do you think of this one? Acceptable?"

With a gesture, Ophelia was lifted and hauled to the railing, her upper body dangling over the edge. "Ah!"

A wave of dizziness washed over her. Though held from behind, she felt like falling. Unable to struggle, she could only scream. After what felt like an eternity, she was thrown back down.

"Did that clear your mind? What grudge do you have against Roxanne?" Lucian's voice, chilling and devilish, sent a shiver down her spine.

Covered in sweat, Ophelia collapsed. "I-I'll tell you everything. It's Aubree. Aubree Pearson made me do this! I won't do it again..."

"Aubree Pearson," Lucian gritted, veins bulging in his neck. "It's always her!" He remembered her near-fatal attack on the children. A thought struck him; he grabbed Ophelia's collar. "Speak! Were you the one who hurt Benny?"

He lifted her, his grip constricting her breathing. "It was... Aubree's orders. I—I won't do this again!" She regretted ever taking Aubree's offer.

"I'm sorry! I'll go to jail! Please have mercy on me!" she pleaded, preferring prison to his torment.