Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Kneeling on the ground, chained and desperate, Katie knew that being with Cornell, despite his disdain for her and his limited time, was far safer than remaining here.
Now, with the knowledge that Audrey was pregnant, Cornell Likely desired to see Audrey and wouldn’t harm another soul. If only he would take her to the police, she believed she could somehow secure her freedom. As long as she wasn’t delivered into Lorenzo’s hands, she was prepared to do anything.
Katie wept loudly, no longer caring about her appearance. “Cornell, please, don’t leave me with Lorenzo. I’m begging you…”
Cap?tulo 963:
Watching her breakdown, Cornell felt not a shred of sympathy. Katie’s reputation for cunning was well-established. Even behind bars, she would find ways to escape and clear her name.
Letting Lorenzo handle Katie was exactly the outcome Cornell had intended. He recoiled in disgust from the hand Katie reached out to him, saying, “Enjoy the fruits of your own actions, Katie.”
At the door, he turned to look back at Katie, sincerity in his eyes.
“Honestly, I hope you outwit Lorenzo.”
Surviving Lorenzo meant facing the vengeance of his entire clan, a fate few could withstand. But in Cornell’s eyes, it was the punishment Katie rightly deserved!
Once the door closed behind him, Katie’s cries of despair echoed through the silence. The unknown horrors that awaited her filled her with dread.
Fear coiled around her like serpents tightening on her bones. “Cornell, I hate you. I hate you… I wish you and that woman both a miserable death…” Her venomous curse filled the room, echoing with malice.
Yet, Cornell showed no reaction. He was determined to prevent Katie from causing any more harm. Not in this life.
Collapsed on the ground, her cries dwindling, Katie suddenly heard footsteps drawing near. Lifting her head, she saw Lorenzo’s deceptively gentle and scholarly face approaching. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a cold flash of light cut through the air.
“Slash!”
With the scissors poised over the detonator wire, Audrey didn’t hesitate to cut the yellow wire.
“Snip.” The sound echoed sharply, and she instinctively closed her eyes, her heart pounding.
The fear was real, but, fortunately, there was no explosion. She had succeeded!
Audrey felt a surge of relief and nearly cheered, but the situation demanded focus, not celebration.
She quickly gathered her toolkit, slung it over her shoulder, and hurried to the next explosive location.
Having Learned from her first attempt, Audrey approached the second device with more confidence. She grabbed the scissors and cut the wire without second-guessing.
Instead of a “snip”, a loud “pop” sounded.
“Clack!” The scissors in her grip clattered to the ground. Audrey instinctively crouched and covered her head, bracing for an explosion.
However, the catastrophic blast she anticipated didn’t occur.
Just as Audrey was about to look up, she felt the cold metal of a gun barrel press against her temple. She froze.
A man in black fixed her with a stern look. “You’re the woman the boss is after!”
Audrey’s heart sank. The “boss” referred to must be Lorenzo.
The man glanced at the explosive, swearing under his breath, “Shit!”
The detonator wire had been cut!
He turned back to Audrey with a mix of anger and disbelief. “Did you cut this?”
Cap?tulo 964:
Audrey remained silent, her head bowed, prompting the man to harshly grab her chin. Then, a slap was delivered.
The butt of his gun struck Audrey across the mouth, splattering blood across her teeth and trickling down her Lips.
Despite the pain, Audrey spat out a mouthful of blood and confirmed, “Yes, it was me.”
Audrey knew the man had seen what happened. He was just in disbelief and needed confirmation. There was no point in hiding it now, and perhaps honesty would spare her further pain.
The man, now viewing her as more than just an ordinary threat, demanded, “How did you know which wire to cut?”
“I guessed.” Audrey shrugged, maintaining her composure under pressure.
The man’s suspicion deepened as he ordered sternly, “Come with me, and don’t try anything, or I’ll kill you!”
He forcefully twisted Audrey’s arms behind her back, intending to secure them with rope.
“Ah!” Audrey’s cry of pain echoed slightly in the empty space.
As the man glanced at Audrey’s tear-stained face, his guard dropped momentarily, dismissing her as a serious threat. He scoffed internally at her audacity to tamper with the explosives.
Underestimating Audrey was the man’s mistake. In a swift move, Audrey reached into her bag and pulled out a small device before pressing it against his neck.
Sizzle… A buzzing sound of electrical discharge filled the air. It was a compact stun gun disguised as a power bank.
Audrey hadn’t brought much with her, but she had made sure to carry this essential item for self-defense.
Caught off guard, the man jolted, his face contorting in pain as he stumbled backward. “I’ll kill you!” he roared, his training kicking in.
Despite the shock, the man managed to regain some control, lunging forward to grasp Audrey’s wrist.
The stun gun, while effective, was not as powerful as a full-sized baton, and the man had partially evaded the full brunt of the shock.
Although the stun gun had injured him, the effect was brief, and the damage wasn’t severe enough to incapacitate him completely. He still managed to exert force.
Audrey struggled fiercely, managing to land another shock on his wrist, which had sustained a small cut.
She targeted the injury, repeatedly shocking it until the electricity made his wrist almost numb with pain.
“Damn… it!” the man cursed, recoiling in pain and crouching on the ground, his face twisted in agony.
Seizing the moment, Audrey turned around and ran. The hotel corridors were deserted, every door shut tight. She had nowhere to hide, and soon she could hear the quick patter of footsteps behind her.
The man had caught up. “Stop! You can’t run away! Stop! Still!” he shouted, his voice echoing down the hall.
Despite his injured hand, his determination was relentless as he pursued Audrey, shouting instructions into his radio to alert Lorenzo, “Sir, I’ve found the woman. I’m chasing her on the 7th floor!”
Meanwhile, Lorenzo, upon hearing the update, barely reacted. He turned to address Katie, a disturbing calmness in his demeanor, “I’m sorry, Miss Glyn. She showed up late. Don’t hold it against me.”
Cap?tulo 965:
Katie, dazed and in shock, was a ghastly sight. Blood pooled around her, and horrifyingly, next to her on the ground lay a piece of her own flesh from her mouth.
Lorenzo had cut Katie’s mouth off.
Katie lay helplessly on the ground, unable to defend herself against such a sudden and brutal attack. How could someone be so monstrously cruel, to enter without a word and inflict such harm? She was burning with hatred.
Lorenzo looked upon Katie’s prone form with indifference, seeing her as nothing more than a failure, a woman who, despite her efforts and schemes, couldn’t handle a simple confrontation.
In Lorenzo’s eyes, Katie was nothing but a disposable object, another casualty in his twisted games.
He pulled out a silk scarf to clean his hands and carefully wiped away the blood splatters in front of him, offering a smile. “Since that woman has appeared, I’ll spare your life for Davey’s sake. Be thankful to him.”
Katie’s face was ghostly pale. Nearby, a decorative mirror reflected her image back to her.
In the mirror, she appeared horribly disfigured, her features twisted into a grotesque semblance that was almost too painful to behold.
Katie was fuming and had not reconciled. Why? Pride had always been her armor, her belief in her own superiority unwavering. How could she be reduced to this, being treated like garbage?
“Mr. Maxwell…” Katie’s voice was faint. “You were tricked by Cornell. I know who murdered your wife.”
This claim caught Lorenzo’s attention, halting him in his steps. He turned back and approached her, asking sharply, “Who?”
Although Lorenzo didn’t genuinely love that late wife, finding someone who matched his own level of malevolence was rare.
To Lorenzo, it was more about the challenge of compatibility. The murder of his wife was not just a loss but a direct affront to his authority, a provocation he couldn’t ignore. So he took the risk of confronting Cornell, driven by the need to demonstrate that his authority was not to be challenged.
Katie’s mangled lips moved to speak, “It’s…”
Lorenzo leaned in closer. “Who? Speak louder!”
“It’s Mr. Richard…” Katie barely managed the surname before Lorenzo’s mind began racing, scouring his memory for any adversaries with that name.
But before Lorenzo could piece together his thoughts, a sudden pinch interrupted him. Glancing down, he saw a syringe embedded in his arm.
Katie, despite her injuries, smirked grotesquely, her mouth stained with blood.
Lorenzo reached for his gun, but his reactions were sluggish, the drug quickly sapping his strength. A numbing sensation rapidly spread throughout his body. Lorenzo had been injected with a fast-acting high-potency anesthetic, taking effect within seconds.
“You!” It was all Lorenzo managed to utter, before collapsing.
Katie’s laughter echoed maniacally as she staggered to her feet, gripping the knife that had mutilated her own face. With a frenzied energy, she plunged the knife repeatedly into Lorenzo’s face.