StarNovelChapter 362 "All of this... she madedo it. She trickedinto it-I lost my head. Otherwise, how could I have ever dared mess with your girl, Victor?" Victor lifted his chin, his gaze dark and fathomless as he looked at Isadora. A slow, dangerous smile crept across his lips. "Mess with her, is it? You want to play?" Isadora tilted her head, expression cool. "Play? What do you mean?" Victor's smile widened, as if they were discussing nothing more serious than the weather. "However you want- whatever makes you happy." Anyone listening felt a chill run down their spine.
Isadora let out a laugh, her clear eyes shining with a mischievous glint as she looked at the man in front of her. "Let's play, then." Victor gave a brief command. "Bringa few knives." Finley let out a resigned sigh.
Of all the people to provoke, why did they have to pick Isadora? Now Victor's more ruthless side was about to break loose.
Finley returned with a white porcelain plate, arranging several sharp steak knives on it before setting it down in front of Victor.
Victor pulled Isadora gently in front of him, resting his chin on her shoulder. He picked up a knife, placed it in her hand, and wrapped his fingers around hers, guiding her aim in Preston's direction. His eyes narrowed, tone almost playful. "Letshow you how to throw." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp whizz through the air.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe knife spun like a dart, burying itself into the seat just between Preston's legs. "Aaaargh!" A scream tore through the room.
Preston went pale, his blood seeming to freeze. His legs shook uncontrollably, and a spreading wet stain appeared across his lap.
Everyone around watched in stunned horror.
Dear God.
Victor was playing this twisted gso casually—all just to amuse a woman.
People's understanding of Victor's arrogance, recklessness, and brutality reached a whole new level.
And then-Victor's hand still covering Isadora's-one knife after another flew from her hand, landing in the flesh of Preston's thigh, his arm, and mere inches from his head.
By the end Preston's eyes rolled back. He was drenched in sweat another wave of wetness spreading across his pants, his body completely limp. With a final gasp, he passed out cold.
Isadora, for her part, had never played a glike this-a real-life human dartboard. Well, more like a terrifying gof darts. As things got going, she found it oddly entertaining, even remarkingo casually, "Not one bullseye ve Victor shot her a sidelong look, his eyes dark with humor. "Not satisfied?" Without warning, Victor covered Isadora's eyes with his palm.
A flash of steel-a knife flew with deadly speed, plunging deep into the top of Preston's thigh.
Blood immediately began to pour from the wound.
Preston snapped awake with a howl, lurching upright in agony, his face contorted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith her vision blocked, Isadora could only hear that soul-rending scream.
When Victor finally let his hand drop from her eyes, she saw the carnage.
Victor arched a brow. "Feeling better?" Every anxious gaze in the room shot to Isadora.
Please, just say you're happy! Even if it wasn't them being stabbed, their nerves were stretched to the Em breaking point. Isadora's lips slowly curved upward. "Mm-hmm." Victor picked up a towel, meticulously wiping each of Isadora's fingers clean. Then he took her hand, utterly unconcerned with anyone watching, and prepared to lead her out.
The crowd parted without a word, making way for them.
Only after the two were gone did anyone snap out of their stuporm Suddenly the room erupted-shouting for an ambulance, scrambling to get Preston to the hospital.
Finley gave a wry smile. "It's nothing, really. Just take him him to the ER say it was, I don't know... an unfortunate accident." Everyone: "..." In the shadowy corner of the couch, Magnus had been silent, his brows drawn tight. The moment he saw Victor leave with Isadora, he sprang up and hurried after them.
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