Chapter 375 Lunatic!
Then, she scoped the place out, and when no one was looking, she slipped in real quick.
This was a shared changing room with eight stalls, so the main door was always open; locking the stall door was enough.
Right now, it was just Harper in there, no one else changing.
The sound of a door locking echoed loud and clear.
"Who's there?" Harper's confused voice came from inside.
The hunched-over janitor suddenly let out a creepy laugh, then stood up straight, ripped off the mask, revealing a hideous and terrifying face—it was the long-missing Chloe.
"Harper, guess who I am?" Chloe's voice was raspy and dry, her eyes gleaming with madness.
"Guess who I am?" Chloe held a shiny dagger in her hand, her tone like she was humming, walking towards the stalls. Inside, it was dead silent.
Harper knew her enemy was outside and held her breath.
Chloe pushed open the first stall door—no one. She went to the second one—still empty. After three empty stalls, she lost her patience.
"Bitch!" she screeched, "Get out!"
Seeing Harper still not responding, she switched to a more cautious tone. "Get out. Show yourself and I might show some mercy, okay?"
Chloe alternated between shouting, laughing, and whispering, clearly a madwoman!
"Feeling weak all over, legs like jelly? Let me tell you, the coffee I bumped into you with had hallucinogens in it. Just a sniff and you're weak all over. Don't expect anyone to come save you. No one will," Chloe said confidently. When she came in, she had placed the 'Occupied' sign from the cleaning room outside the door.
So, no one would come in.
The sharp dagger slid across the wooden board, making a terrifying hiss.
The more Harper dreaded to respond, the more excited Chloe became.
She let out a cackling laugh and hissed, "I'm gonna start timing now. To the moment I find you, for every second that passes,"
Chloe paused dramatically and continued, "I'll cut a bloody gash on you. Get out now, and you'll suffer less."
With that, she pushed open the fourth stall door—still empty.
She laughed and counted, "Ten, eleven, twelve..."
By the time she counted to forty, she had reached the sixth stall door.
The door didn't budge, clearly locked from the inside.
Chloe suddenly crouched down and saw a pair of black shoes inside.
Her voice turned sinister and excited as she swung the dagger inside, shouting frantically, "Got you."
The owner of the shoes was obviously freaked out, shrinking back at the voice.
Chloe banged the door with the dagger, super forcefully.
"Wait!" Harper finally spoke, her voice trembling, clearly scared out of her mind.
"What do you want? You're committing a crime and it'll send you to jail, you know that?"
Chloe guffawed, and after tiring herself out, she spat, "My face is ruined. My body is ruined. You think I still care about going to jail?"
Through the door, Harper's voice came from the changing stall, trying to reason with Chloe, "You started all the drama, and it wasn't me who did that to your face and body. You should go after the person who did."
Hearing this, Chloe got even more agitated, staring at the dagger-scarred door, she screamed, "Francis did all this to me."
Harper was kinda surprised, not quite buying that Francis did it. "Didn't Francis give you a way out back then? He didn't push you completely into the pit. Did he really do what happened to you behind my back?"
"He gave me a way out just to send me to jail myself!" Chloe said hatefully, "I had two choices: find men to help me on the spot or go to the police station. What else could I choose?"
Her eyes were full of madness and resentment, she gritted her teeth and said, "I was a Northfield socialite, living a life everyone envied. How could I go to jail? I'd rather die than go to jail!"
After shouting this, her eyes turned blood-red, and she stabbed the door again, muttering, "It's all your fault. It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this. If Francis hadn't been for you, he wouldn't have been so heartless to me."
The clunk of the dagger crazily stabbing the door made Harper's voice tremble. "Chloe, all of this happened because of your own bad choices. You can't blame anyone else."
"Encouraging that waiter to drug me wouldn't have gotten you a long sentence. You were given a chance, but you took the wrong path and ruined your face and body. Who can you blame?"
These words didn't sound like persuasion at all; they seemed to hit Chloe's sore spots precisely, pushing her already insane nerves over the edge.
Her eyes flashed with murderous hatred, and she screamed, "Blame you all. Blame you all! I had such a wonderful life. Francis loved and pampered me, but you took everything from me."
Chloe stared at the tattered door, as if it were Harper's face, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets, she spluttered, "You should have died back then, along with your damn grandmother and child."
A cold voice came from inside the door, asking word by word, "Chloe, did you have anything to do with my grandmother and child's death?"
"Didn't you remember?" Chloe, looking deranged, chuckled, "Then you should know, Delaney and the child shouldn't have existed in this world."
She suddenly thumped on the door. "They died because of you. If you had obediently divorced Francis from the start, they wouldn't have died."
From the stall came Harper's extremely broken sobs as she painfully whimpered, "So it really was you."
Chloe suddenly stopped pounding, her expression bizarre and terrifying.
Such a musical cry should be savored.
Harper was crying so hard she could barely breathe, jabbering, "You vicious woman, you killed my grandmother and my child."
Chloe laughed heartily, "Musical, your crying sounds so musical. Louder. This is the last time you'll cry like this in your life."
Harper suddenly stopped crying, her voice trembling but she tried to hold back, "No! I won't let you have your way!"
The beautiful sound suddenly stopped, Chloe's expression turned sinister again as she hysterically shouted, "Cry for me. Cry for me. I want you to get on your knees and cry!"
Harper said firmly, "When pigs fly."
Chloe scratched her head, and then suddenly grabbed a handful of hair, immediately leaving a bald spot.
She laughed maniacally, "Did you forget how your grandmother died? Do you know, that hospital was run by my uncle. At that time, your grandmother's health check report showed she was very healthy, she could have lived another ten or twenty years. I just encouraged that fool Amelia to frame you at the hospital. I originally planned to act when your grandmother fainted from anger. Unexpectedly, your grandmother was so considerate, she died on the spot, saving me the trouble."
"You crazy bitch." Harper couldn't hold back a loud shout, overwhelmed with grief, crying miserably.
Musical! Chloe felt a rush of pleasure hearing her painful cries.
Killing Harper would just leave a cold corpse, no fun in that. But letting her die with pain and regret was interesting, indeed. "And your child."
"Shut up." Harper seemed unable to bear it, loudly stopping her. "I don't want to hear it! Shut up. Shut up."
How could Chloe obey?
Anything that could make Harper suffer, she would do it without hesitation.
"Your child was also killed by Amelia on my orders. She was cornered by Francis because she offended you. I saved her, gave her money, and hinted that you were in the same hospital with her. Then I pretended to be kidnapped to keep Francis occupied and give Amelia the chance to act."
Harper was in unbearable pain, her voice trembling as she said, "Your kidnapping was staged? Do you really think you can escape the law after doing so many bad things? The truth will come out eventually, Northfield is a place with laws."
"Who can punish me?" Chloe was fed up with Harper's naive and stupid thoughts, she smiled, "Do you know what happened to those I hired to kidnap me?"
Without waiting for Harper to answer, she continued, "They took a bag of money and planned to flee abroad, but the brakes of the van they drove were tampered with by me. They are all..."
Chloe made a throat-slitting gesture. "Dead!"
She laughed eerily, "Today, I'm sending you to hell. After you die, you might meet them. You're all a bunch of fools, my defeated opponents, none of you can beat me!"
After saying this, the sound of Chloe's footsteps leaving suddenly echoed outside.
A few seconds later, with a thud, the changing room door was smashed open.
Chloe saw Harper inside, her long hair clean. Her eyes were filled with twisted malice.
She raised the dagger and rushed in, stabbing down fiercely!
One stab, two stabs, three stabs, countless stabs! Each stab filled with her intense jealousy!
Why Harper! Why did she get Francis's love!
Chloe muttered, "You deserve to die! You deserve to die! You are the one who should die the most."
Countless blood splatters sprayed onto Chloe's face and body, blurring her vision. Everywhere she looked was blood-red. Die! All those who stood in her way should die! She cursed.
The excitement in her brain kept rising, the intense pleasure made her unable to stop! She stabbed wildly, nearly a hundred times, before collapsing weakly, sitting on the ground.
The dagger clattered to the floor. Chloe's body went feeble, but she had injected the mysterious drug left by that man before coming.
The drug made her incredibly strong, but the side effects were obvious.
After the drug wore off, she felt like a dying old dog, every organ in her body feeling life slipping away.
But Chloe didn't care about that. Even if she died, she wanted to take Harper with her, the person she most wanted to eliminate.
She looked at the blood-soaked flesh, unable to control her laughter. She laughed until her whole body hurt, until she coughed up blood, and couldn't stop. Finally! The woman she hated so much was finally dead!
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