Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 425

Chapter 425 No One Could Harm Her

Anger and sadness overwhelmed me to the point where I could barely breathe. Looking at Geraldine, I couldn't imagine how someone could so casually disregard a life, so blatantly humiliate, without even blinking an eye. Worse still, I saw pleasure in her eyes.

What kind of person could be so cruel and terrifying?

"You're simply not human," I spoke, my voice hoarse, my throat aching terribly.

She sneered, looking at me, and mocked, "Human? In my eyes, you are no different from these beasts. But you are not as lucky as they are, I have prepared a more interesting way for you to die." After speaking, she curled her lips into a cold smile and said to the person next to her, "Bring the prepared hot oil, let Ms. Conner have a taste."

The man nodded and left.

A few minutes later, she came over with a pot of sizzling hot oil, looking at me. Geraldine squinted her eyes and smiled brilliantly, "Tabatha, although I find your face just average, who can help it if Daniel finds it attractive? In that case, I have no choice but to ruin it for you. Once your annoying face is ruined, Daniel will no longer think about you."

Saying this, she stirred the hot oil in the pot with a ladle, then scooped up a spoonful and lifted it towards me. The hot oil was about to be brought in front of me, and I could almost clearly feel the harmful heat. Instinctively, I resisted, but I was firmly held down by Geraldine,

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without any strength to move. As I watched her about to pour a spoonful of hot oil over my head, every cell and hair on my body began to tremble.

I knew better than anyone, having these scalding things poured on one's body was far more painful than death itself.

Alas, I had no ability to resist, not even a bit. When a person is powerless in the face of danger, all they can do is close their eyes and wait for death.

"Ah!" This miserable scream suddenly rang out, and I froze. I saw that Geraldine, who had been about to pour hot oil on me, had a sharp switchblade suddenly thrust into her right wrist in just an instant. The hot oil in her hand also immediately fell to the ground, spilling everywhere, and the scalding hot oil splashed all around.

In a daze, what I saw was Geraldine clutching her bleeding right hand, screaming almost to the point of breakdown, "Ah...my hand, it hurts, it hurts..."

The people around her, each of them anxiously went to check on her.

I was dazed for a few seconds, then regained my senses and looked in the direction of the flying knife. I saw a tall and upright figure, almost flying to my side, holding my shoulder, his voice slightly hoarse, "Are you okay?"

Looking at the person in front of me, my mind went blank for a moment. Ezra, how could he...

I couldn't describe my emotions at that moment, just watching his nervous and panicked expression, I only felt my mood becoming increasingly complicated.

After giving me a once-over and seeing that I was unharmed, Ezra helped me up and had me stand aside. Only then did he approach the

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wailing Geraldine. The people surrounding Geraldine stepped back in unspoken agreement upon seeing him.

Geraldine clutched her arm, pierced by a switchblade, her face contorted in a grimace as she looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot, her voice hoarse and desperate, "Daniel, you dared to hurt me for her!" Ezra looked down at her, his devilish face devoid of much emotion, only coldly saying, "I told you, no one can hurt her, Geraldine, you shouldn't have ignored my words."

Geraldine roared, "She's just a lowly life, yet you protect her like this, Daniel. You've hurt me, my father won't let you go."

Ezra's face remained expressionless, his voice icy, "I will explain to him myself." After saying this, he looked at Geraldine's man, coldly ordering, "Take her to treat her wounds." Naturally, those people didn't dare to neglect, they all left with the roaring Geraldine one after another.

In the chaotic yard, a sudden silence had fallen. Kitty, who had been tortured to a bloody pulp, had long since stopped breathing. Its body, torn to pieces, was discarded in the yard. I looked, wanting to pick it up, but I just couldn't move a step.

After extreme panic and fear, I, at that moment, didn't have the slightest strength to move my body even half a step.

Ezra walked up to me, looking at me with his deep, dark eyes. He reached out to help me, but I dodged him, silently staring at him. At that moment, I didn't even have the strength to scream. With difficulty, he managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat, "Bury them!"

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