Female Novel
Chapter 961
When she saw Rachel talking with Luther, she had actually wanted her dead.
She had deliberately lured Rachel here.
For one thing she could test Rachel, and for another, she could get rid of her at any time in this place.
As long as it was possible that Rachel might ruin her life, she would never hesitate to kill her.
Over the years, she had never killed anyone.
But in fact, there was an addiction to killing.
At the beginning, when she killed Stephanie, she was still trembling in fear at the time, and felt so
overwhelmingly nervous afterwards.
She even had nightmares. She was afraid that their souls might still be alive even after she had killed
them and would come looking for her for revenge.
But when she pushed Rodney down the stairs with her own hands, and watched Rodney die, she had
become much calmer than the first time.
For Rodney, there was still a trace of reluctance and attachment in her heart. After all, Rodney gave
her the love of a family that she had never experienced.
However, she would not hesitate to eradicate anyone who got in her way.novelbin
No one could be an exception.
After four years.
Now she's killed Rachel.
This time, she had absolutely no fear or dread.
What she had was peace!
Towards Rachel, she was even less likely to feel any attachment.
This time, all she had was pleasure and excitement!
The relief of killing and finally being able to bury the truth once and for all could not be described in
words.
It made her feel soothed and refreshed.
She stood by the trestle bridge, enjoying the blowing cold breeze of the night, and did not feel cold but
extraordinarily happy.
She looked at the reservoir. A huge splash first came up from the water, and then Rachel sank right
towards the bottom. Afterwards, there was a big whirlpool formed on the water stirring up gusts of
foam, before the water returned to complete calm.
She calmly admired the whole process, certain that Rachel would never survive.
An evil smile spread across her lips.
The first two killings were too hasty. If she could take it easy like today, appreciate the entire process
and prolong the pleasure of killing, it would be more enjoyable.
It would be perfect if she could have a cigar at this time.
Rachel, the old woman, was finally gone from this world.
No one would ever know again that Cecelia ever asked about the pendant.
The truth, as Rachel sank into the reservoir, would also be gone forever.
She straightened up and dusted the droplets on her clothes off.
Then pacing leisurely, she walked back towards the venue.
There was no surveillance nearby, and no one would ever think of her for what happened tonight.
It was time for her to go to the charitable party and receive flowers from the donee.
This way, she would also have a perfect alibi.
Every time, attending a charity party for those orphans made her feel disgusted.
Only today, she was in an exceptionally good mood.
When she returned to the venue, the award ceremony was about to begin.
And those staff members were all looking around for Charlotte and were relieved when they found her.
"Mrs. Robertson, the award ceremony is about to start and we have been waiting for you. You are to
present the awards, so you must be there."
"Oh, I'm going for a walk in the back garden."
Charlotte smiled.
"Isn't it cold outside? Wow, Mrs. Robertson, you look so good tonight, with your rosy cheeks. It goes so
well with your dress."
The staff bowed their heads and flattered Charlotte.
"Is that so?" Charlotte stroked her face smugly.
Tonight, another big problem was solved.
Of course, she looked better.