Novel1Two hitmen gave the boss a simultaneous glance, their bodies shivering in fear. They hurriedly fished out their phones from their pockets.
"But... we don't have Helen's contact," one stammered. "It's always her minions who get in touch with us. What now?" Evan furrowed his brow, hardly surprised.
That old witch, Helen, had sbrains. In the dirty business of murder, she'd never dirty her hands directly. She'd make sure she was squeaky clean.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo matter, chopping off one of her hands would still make her scream.
She thought she could wash her hands off this mess? Not a chance! "Whoever contacted you, call them back. Make Helen believe I'm already dead. And if you dare slip up, you won't like what I'll do!" The hitmen nodded frantically and immediately called Helen's personal assistant, "The job's done. When do we get the rest of our money?" "Are you sure the kid's dead?" Helen's assistant inquired.
"Absolutely sure." "Send a video." "A video? After the deed, we heard snoises nearby and had to climb over the wall to escape. You didn't say anything about a video." The assistant glanced at Helen before asking, "Was it brutal?" "Yeah, just like you wanted... we... we sliced him up a hundred times and even cut off his tongue." Helen, listening in, felt a wave of satisfaction.
Cutting off Evan's tongue was her command, a revenge for the humiliation she suffered from Elysia and her sons! Helen gave her assistant a look, who then asked, "Did you gouge out his eyes? Did you slice his nose?" The hitmen involuntarily glanced at Evan, trembling.
Evan, with a cold glare, thought: Cutting tongues, gouging out eyes, slicing noses... 'Evil' was an understatement for this old witch! He gestured for the hitmen to reply.
"Yep, gouged the eyes, sliced the nose, and even chopped off his hands and legs-just as you requested. Now, hurry up with the payment; we need to get out of here. And don't think of crossing us." The assistant frowned, looking back at Helen.
Annoyed, Helen waved her hand, and the assistant quickly assured the hitmen, "The money will be transferred immediately. Just keep your mouths shut!" Soon enough, the hitmen received a notification: $100,000 deposited into their account.
Evan was speechless. "My life is only worth $100,000??" "It's... it's $200,000. They paid $100,000 upfront." Evan pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, speechless. Here he was, a genius Evan, valued at just $200,000? He turned his attention away from them, looking towards a scar-faced boss, "Chere, I need a hand!" At the hospital, Helen felt as if she'd released a huge burden.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs soon as the call ended, she said, "Quick, lure Pamela here!"
"Our men have already guided her there, but... madam, if this happened at the old maxision, will Mr. Hawkins lock down the news?" Helen frowned.
"He definitely will. That's why we can't give him the chance. Are the reporters still at the door?"
After the scandal of Helen's peculiar dietary preferences cto light numerous reporters had camped at the Hawkins family's doorstep, eager for a scoop.
"They're still there, not willing to leave without seeing you." A sly look crossed Helen's eyes, "Get a doctor here to check on me. Once I'm done, I'll head back to the Hawkins family to stir up strouble!" The doctor arrived and declared Helen's leg wound was from a fish bite.
Helen was frustrated. The fish in that lake were her own, none known for being aggressive. How could one have bitten her? But she had no tto ponder. After a quick treatment, she rushed back to the Hawkins family, ready to make waves.
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