Chapter 162
Jocelyn grew more and more hysterical, her face twisted and ugly. “Do you know what it’s like? I’m living like a maggot now—I’m not even human anymore! Do you have any idea how much I’ve suffered all this time? Do you…”
Amber’s face turned ghostly pale as she stared at Jocelyn, who looked more like a monster than a person. She was absolutely terrified.
Jocelyn answered, “But it doesn’t matter, because today, I finally get my revenge! I’m going to make all of you die, Amber! You know what? Even God is on my side. Look at this rain—it’s going to pour for three days and three nights! I dug a big pit just for you. Come on, let’s go see it!”
With a scream, Amber was shoved into the pit, crashing hard onto the ground. Her whole body twisted in pain, tears streaming down her face.
She looked up at the pit, five or six meters deep, rain pouring down, the muddy ground getting slick, and water starting to pool at the bottom.
“Jocelyn, do you know you’re committing a crime here? Let me out now!” Amber screamed, her voice echoing in the pit.
Jocelyn burst out laughing. “Crime? I never planned on surviving anyway, so why would I care about breaking the law? As long as I can take you all down with me, that’s all I want. And don’t worry, there’s still someone else coming to keep you company.”
Jocelyn thought to herself, ‘Winifred turned me into a lunatic. Let’s see if she dares to show up today!’
When Winifred saw the news about Amber being kidnapped, she immediately set out for the location. [Winifred, this is the price you pay for tormenting me. You have half an hour—if you don’t show up, I’ll kill her.] The message from Jocelyn chilled her to the bone.
She never imagined Amber would be kidnapped because of her. If anything bad happened to Amber, her conscience would never be at peace.
With that thought, Winifred pressed down harder on the accelerator, racing toward the mountain.
“She knows a bit of combat skills, so when she gets here, all of you attack her at once,” Jocelyn ordered her men.
Jocelyn glanced at the time—Winifred was almost there. She firmly believed that with so many of her people lying in ambush, there was no way Winifred was getting up that mountain in one piece.
But to Jocelyn’s surprise, Winifred made it up the mountain much faster than she’d expected. Still, Jocelyn thought to herself, ‘She sure didn’t get away unscathed. After all, Jocelyn had set up all kinds of traps—even bear traps. Watching Winifred limp her way up, Jocelyn sneered inwardly, ‘She must’ve really suffered on the way here.’
“Jocelyn, I’m the one who came after you. If you’ve got a problem, take it out on me—let her go,” Winifred said, her tone cold and unyielding.
“Winifred, weren’t you all cocky before? Come on, show me that attitude now!” Jocelyn taunted.
But before Jocelyn could finish, one of her men suddenly collapsed to the ground. Jocelyn’s eyes went wide with terror—Winifred actually had a…
“I’ve got every reason to be cocky. You’re just a two-bit clown, Jocelyn—what are you so proud of? Where is she? Spit it out, or I’ll send you straight to hell,” Winifred threatened, her voice icy cold.
“You…” Jocelyn barely got a word out before her kneecap was smashed, and she let out a scream. She stared at Winifred like she was looking at the devil himself, shaking like a leaf, unable to stop herself from trembling in terror.
“Don’t kill me, okay? I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you where she is! Just follow me!” Jocelyn stammered, her voice quivering.
“Hurry up!” Winifred snapped.
Jocelyn, dragging her injured leg, led Winifred to the edge of the pit. But just as they got there, Jocelyn suddenly threw herself at Winifred, shoving her straight into the pit without a second thought.
Winifred gripped her gun tight, and just before she went over the edge, she fired—shooting Jocelyn in the stomach, both legs, and feet. Jocelyn collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, and Winifred fell into the pit right after her.