Female Novel
Chapter 688
Bradley got into the car and took out his phone to check on Esther’s condition. As soon as he did that,he noticed a suspicious figure on the basement surveillance footage.
“What are you doing?” Sally Napier, a maid, grabbed the man and sternly reprimanded him, “Get out ofhere quickly. There are security cameras here, and Mr. Warner will see it!”
The man, Mike Salter, pushed Sally away and cursed, “Shut your trap!”
He had heard rumors about a wealthy heir who had imprisoned a young and beautiful woman in thebasement. He was curious about what kind of woman would be kept captive by such a wealthy person.
“Don’t mess around!” Sally rushed forward and held onto Mike’s thigh, pleading desperately, “This jobpays so well. If you mess it up…”
Mike kicked her aside and sneered. “I’ve been tired of an old hag like you for years. You’re just gettingin my way!”
The more Sally stopped him, the more excited he became. Mike approached the crystal coffin reekingof alcohol. He peered through it and saw Esther inside. He couldn’t contain his excitement and said,“Rich people really know how to play!”
When Esther saw Mike’s sinister gaze, she tightly covered herself with the thin blanket.
Sally did her best to stop him, saying, “You can’t… You can’t…”
The intoxicated Mike didn’t care at all. He pushed the coffin lid, but it didn’t budge.
“What’s going on?”
Sally said, “You need a remote control to open the coffin lid, and I don’t have it.”
“Stop f*cking lying!” Mike pointed at Esther. “She’s not dead. If you don’t have the remote control, howdoes she eat, drink, and use the bathroom?”
“I really don’t have it. I need to call Mr. Warner for everything I do—”
“Then why are you standing there doing nothing?” Mike pulled out a phone from Sally’s apron andinterrogated, “Which is his phone number?”
Sally hadn’t finished her sentence when Mike slapped her across the face.
“I’m asking you a question. Are you mute?”
Seeing the commotion on top of the coffin, Esther suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. Could she escape inthis chaos?
No, what if this was Bradley’s test?
“I really—”
Mike slapped her again.
Sally was beaten until her face was swollen and bruised. She had no choice but to follow Mike’sinstructions and call Bradley.
“Hello… M-Mr. Warner…”
Mike pointed at the crystal coffin beside him, signaling Sally to tell Bradley to open it.
Before Sally could voice her intention, Bradley walked into the basement with a hunting rifle. Hepointed the pitch-black muzzle of the rifle directly at Mike’s thigh and fired!
With a loud “bang”, blood splattered everywhere.
Esther watched from inside the crystal coffin as Bradley entered with the rifle. Her heart pounded,feeling lucky despite her despair. She was lucky she did not act recklessly.
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Bradley walked up to Mike, stepping on his blood, and pointed the dark barrel of the rifle at hisforehead.
“How dare you have such thoughts about my woman?”