NovelEnglishListening to Quincy calling Heather stupid was the best joke Lane had heard in a long while.
"She's dumb, but what makes you any better? If it wasn't for your need to show off, to outdo Dorothy, how would I have known you also poisoned Everett?" "Don't try to deny it. I've been with enough women to know what's going on in your heads! It's all about jealousy towards Dorothy. You only tried to impressbecause I said you were prettier than Dorothy. Would you have agreed to have dinner withotherwise? No, you wouldn't!" Lane might not have been clear about everything, but he knew the way women thought.
The only person he could never figure out was Dorothy.
But that didn't matter now! With Quincy's unwitting help, Heather was as good as his! "Mr. Lane, please... letgo. I really don't want to die! I could be your dog, do anything you ask! I'm not only good at creating that drug, I can create others! You hate Mr. Lopez, don't you? I'm just an innocent bystander; I never got involved in your battles!" "Innocent? You weren't so innocent when you were asking for money, all high and mighty." Lane lightly tapped her cheek before continuing to gesture with his cigarette.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuincy tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide! Soon, she felt the burning pain on her cheek! "Ah! Mr. Lane, please! My face!" Lane seemed unmoved, even as the cigarette was snuffed out on her skin. He simply lit another and continued to burn other parts of her body.
It was as if the woman in front of him was Heather...
"Your hatred should be directed at Everett! He's the one who made you like this." Lane didn't stop until Quincy's right cheek was unrecognizable.
But her left cheek was still intact.
How interesting! Quincy cried out in pain, the tears making her wounds sting even more. "Please, no more! I beg you, letgo!" "Just letting you go would be too boring! Honestly, I thought aboutz killing you on the way here, but my hatred is too deep, I need to let it out Lane looked at his handiwork, very pleased with himself.
He never intended to let Quincy leave alive.
So, he could do whatever he wanted! "I can be your woman, your dog, anything please, just givechance to live!" Beyond the p on her face, she was moreel dying.
Lane spat directly on Quincy's face.
"You want to be my woman? Dream on! Do you think I want just any woman?" of
"To leave alive? Forget it. But I might keep you around for a few days After all, Lane needed to see if e n Everett had indeed been poisoned. Meanwhile, he could revisit old acquaintances.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLane gagged Quincy again and wrapped her mouth with tape.
Her cheeks, already burned by the cigarette, throbbed- bed pain. The excruciating is on novelenglish.net! But her moans were nothing to Lane, who was filled with hatred.
This time, he was back to take Dorothy away.
He had thought he'd never get a chance to beat Everett who was too powerful But who knew? Fate had delivered Quincy right to him!
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