Chapter 335 Bite the Ear
Sybil was in a state of extreme anxiety. She hid in the men's restroom, and no one followed her in, so she was temporarily safe.
But she didn't dare to run out. Sybil kept trying to make phone calls and send messages, but nothing worked, as there was no signal at all.
She raised her phone, trying to find a signal everywhere.
Suddenly, footsteps approached, many footsteps.
The next moment, the cubicle where Sybil was hiding was kicked open, and a security guard pulled Sybil out from inside.
A few minutes later, Sybil was thrown in front of Niamh.
Niamh and the man sat on a genuine leather sofa, while Sybil was thrown on the ground like trash.
"Sybil, you made it hard for me to find you." Niamh sneered. "Following me? I thought you had run away, and left New York. I didn't expect you were still here."
Sybil sat up, staring at Niamh with resentment. "As long as you are here, how could I leave? I still need to avenge my parents. Niamh, you will face retribution. You targeted Ophelia, and the Abbott Family knows. They won't let you off."
"Seems like you know quite a lot." Niamh said confidently, as Sybil was now in her grasp.
Sybil mocked. "I know I'm in your hands. I can't walk out of here. Niamh, man is doing it while God is watching. The day the real heiress of Parks Corporation returns is the day you fall into the mud."
Niamh's expression changed drastically. "You know about that too?"
While saying this, Niamh glanced at the man beside her.
The man remained silent, quietly watching the scene, with a smirk on his face. A red rose tattoo on his arm didn't quite match his appearance.
He was not only the mastermind behind this club, but also influenced in both the lawful and unlawful realms.
Sybil sneered. "Niamh, sooner or later, people will know what you've done."
Niamh slapped Sybil, saying viciously, "As long as you never speak a word, no one will know."
This slap left Sybil's face red, with blood at the corner of her mouth. She licked the blood off her lips, spat at Niamh, and glared at her with intense hatred.
Niamh was furious, slapped Sybil several more times, and said angrily, "You wanted to avenge your parents, right? I'll grant your wish, send you to hell to reunite with them. No need to thank me too much. I should have sent your father to meet God directly back then, so he wouldn't have suffered for so many years. Rest assured, I'll give you a quick death."
"Niamh, you will meet a bad end." Sybil, provoked by hatred, wanted to confront Niamh, but her hands and feet were bound.
Niamh looked down at Sybil, her eyes filled with disgust and indifference. "You won't see the sun tomorrow. Whether I meet a bad end or not, you won't see it either. It's your fault for being so foolish and walking right into my trap. I will make sure you meet your end."
Niamh had been looking for Sybil for so long. She had long wanted to kill her and wouldn't miss this opportunity now.
With Niamh's words, the man sitting beside them spoke up, "Take her away and deal with her."
Sybil wasn't afraid of death. She no longer wanted this life. But she harbored intense hatred, not being able to witness Niamh's downfall and avenge her parents.
As the security guards came to take Sybil away, she suddenly erupted with some kind of power, pushed the guard away with her body, and lunged at Niamh.
Despite her hands and feet being bound, Sybil fiercely bit down on Niamh's ear with her mouth, as if wanting to tear it off.
The stronger Sybil's hatred, the more vicious her actions. Niamh screamed in pain as she was bitten, and Deacon Stone, the mastermind behind the club, quickly directed the security guards, "Pull her away, quickly."
Sybil held onto Niamh's ear tightly, and no matter how the guards tried to pull her off, she wouldn't let go.
In the end, a piece of Niamh's ear was forcefully bitten off by Sybil, leaving her earlobe missing.
Deacon kicked Sybil in the abdomen, and only then did she release her grip.
Niamh, painfully holding her bleeding ear, shouted, "Kill her. Kill her for me."
Blood still flew from Niamh's ear. Sybil spat out the piece of the ear, glaring at Niamh with intense hatred. "Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off."
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