\u201cTell me! What did you just make me swallow?!\u201d Faith demanded, her eyes still filled with the same contemptuous disdain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa was tired of that look. Without a second thought, she slapped her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The force of the blow was even greater than Crispin\u2019s. Faith was knocked to the ground, the tie in her hair flying off, her hair spilling around her shoulders.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa planted a foot on her stomach and looked down at her\u00a0<\/p>\n
your tone. If you want to\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you\u2019re at our mercy, you should learn your place and live, you should be begging for your life like the man kneeling over there, not shouting at\u00a0<\/p>\n
me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven, the target of her insult, clenched his fists but remained silent. He wanted to live, so he kept his mouth shut.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was the final indignity for Faith. No one had ever humiliated her like this. She gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with hatred. \u201cLarissa, I don\u2019t believe you have the guts to kill me! But I swear, the first chance I get, I will kill you!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa snapped her fingers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faith\u2019s defiant expression contorted into one of agony. She tried to clutch her stomach, but with her hands and feet bound, she could only writhe on the ground like a worm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAh!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Pain. Excruciating pain! It felt as if venomous insects were gnawing at her insides.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven watched, frozen in shock.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Faith was on the verge of passing out, Larissa inserted a single needle into her skin, and the pain began to subside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI may not have the guts to kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead,\u201d Larissa said calmly. \u201cAnd that\u2019s far more entertaining than a quick death. Your agonized expression just now, for example, was very interesting.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faith gasped for air, her eyes wide with terror. \u201cLarissa\u2026 you\u2026 you poisoned me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI did,\u201d Larissa confirmed, removing the needle. \u201cYou just had a little taste of what it feels like. You can ask Finley about it. He has some experience in this area. Maybe he can give you some tips on how to endure the pain.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell understood immediately. Larissa had given Faith the same poison she had given Finley\u2013a toxin that was undetectable by modern medicine and had no known cure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:55\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 439\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCrispin, get her out of here. I don\u2019t want her disturbing my lunch with Larissa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Crispin gagged Faith again and dragged her toward a car parked nearby. Faith twisted her head around, her eyes shooting daggers at Larissa and Haskell.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With the gazebo finally quiet, Haskell finished unpacking the bento boxes. \u201cLarissa, let\u2019s eat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa glanced at Draven, who was still kneeling beside them. \u201cWe still have one more to deal with.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the mention of him, Draven flinched, terrified he would bext.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust let him kneel,\u201d Haskell said dismissively. \u201cWe need c\u00a0<\/p>\n
him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
gth before we interrogate\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds good to me,\u201d Larissa said with a smile. She clapped her hands together, sat back down, and picked up a fork, ready to enjoy her meal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven\u2019s knees were numb, but he didn\u2019t dare move. As long as he could get back to his life of luxury, he could endure anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLarissa, was the video of Lucius and his uncle your handiwork?\u201d Haskell asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A crisis with a new project had kept him in an emergency meeting late into the night. By the time he had finished reviewing the file Crispin had compiled on Draven and checked the news, it was too late to call her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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