Chapter 480 Now It's Too Late to Regret Provoking Me
Blood dripped from the hilt of the dagger, splattering onto the ground.
Hubert gasped in pain.
He looked at Sarah, this lunatic, almost driven to death by her stupidity. He forced himself to suppress his anger and pain, his face pale, and tried to reason with her calmly, "Sarah, listen to me. Our common enemy right now is Raymond. This is not the time for infighting, do you understand? Raymond is setting a trap for you, can't you see that? Haven't you thought about it?"
He added, "Listen, let me go, and I won't hold this against you. Once we team up and take care of Raymond, we'll have no more troubles. Don't you want a good life? Don't you want to rise to the top? Don't you want to be rich? I can give you that life. I'm more reliable than Raymond."
The pain in his arm made Hubert wince. He paused slightly before continuing, "Yes, I know a lot of your secrets. But have I ever really used them against you? I just wanted you to listen, to stay with me, that's all. Do you think I would risk everything to help you take down Raymond, who has been so good to me, for no reason?"
Sarah was stunned, looking at him in shock.
His eyes reddened, "Because I like you. Sarah, even though you're ruthless, even though you have blood on your hands, I can't help but like you. I want to have you. Do you know how I felt every time I heard you wanted to marry Raymond? Every time I saw you happy about your engagement to him? That was a side of you I had never seen. You've been with me for so long, and the way you look at me has always been filled with anger and discontent."
"That's why I planned to kill Raymond. It was all for you, for our future. Sarah, listen to me. Let me go. We'll finish this, and I'll divorce my wife and marry you. I'll treat you well. I was harsh before because you tried to sabotage me, tampering with my car's brakes. But I'm not angry anymore. I've realized that if you love someone, you should love all of them. Sarah, we're the same kind of people. We're just ordinary folks. Raymond isn't like you. Has he seen you scheming? Has he seen you kill without hesitation? Has he seen you in bed with me?"
Hubert's words didn't move Sarah.
Instead, they fueled her anger and disgust. Her mind flashed back to the humiliating scenes:
Pinned down, her skirt shoved up, taken against her will. His ravenous mouth claimed hers, teeth drawing blood before pretending to be gentle. She felt the tearful shame as his grip forced her head toward his cock. The sick irony of roses, of his whispered lie: I would divorce and marry you. And worst of all: the factory. The many hands. The laughter.
Tears of humiliation streamed down Sarah's face. She pulled out the dagger and stabbed his other arm furiously, "Shut up! Just shut up!"
No one would desire such a repulsive and detestable love.
It was too perverse, too suffocating.
"Do you think it's disgusting that I like you? Sarah, you're only worthy of someone like me. Do you think Raymond would ever go for someone like you?" Hubert saw the disdain in her eyes, and his heart trembled.
Her cold gaze and breakdown were more lethal and painful than the knife wounds.
Hubert's forehead was covered in cold sweat, blood mixing with the sweat, running down his pale cheeks.
His glasses were smeared with blood, turning them crimson.
He gritted his teeth and reminded her, "I know I can't compare to Raymond. But I'm warning you, Sarah, think clearly. If you kill me, you'll die even faster. Can you handle Raymond? You're too naive. Do you believe that once I'm dead, he'll turn on you immediately? Your dream will be over. Only I would help you, protect you, and want to give you a home without holding grudges. Only I would worry about your safety, worry about you being manipulated by other men."
"Shut up. I told you to shut up. Disgusting, so disgusting." Sarah muttered, stabbing Hubert's body over and over with the dagger.
Sarah's eyes were red, tears streaming down her face. She cried and cursed, "What kind of monster are you? You're a sick pervert. How dare you like me? What right do you have to like me? Do you even deserve to say my name? Do you deserve to think about me? You don't deserve it! A pervert like you deserves to die! Hubert, every time you forced me to have sex with you, every time you forced me to go against Raymond, every time you forced me to get plastic surgery to replace Margaret. Do you know what I was thinking? I was thinking, I have to endure, I have to endure!"
"I have to endure until I'm strong enough, until I become Raymond's wife. The first thing I'll do is kill you. Get rid of you, you bastard. You keep saying you like me, but you had me gang-raped. You make me sick. Seeing you makes me want to vomit."
The dagger plunged into his organs repeatedly.
Blood gushed from his eyes, mouth, and countless wounds all over his body.
Hubert tried to explain, "It wasn't... it wasn't me..."
"You're still lying on your deathbed? Still not admitting it?" Sarah sneered.
She threw the dagger aside.
"It really wasn't me. Sarah, I love you so much, how could I bear to? I'll help you get revenge." Hubert smiled at her, tears and blood mixing together, soaking his dark suit and tie.
Sarah kicked the chair over.
He was tied to the chair, unable to move, falling to the ground with it.
Blood soaked through his shirt and pants.
His glasses shattered on the ground.
Hubert struggled to lift his head, seeing Sarah walking towards him in high heels, backlit.
She was holding a brand-new golf club.
The club scraped the ground, making a heavy sound.
Before he could react, her high heel crushed his wrist.
His wrist shattered.
"Regret messing with me now? Too late." Sarah sneered, a vicious smile on her lips.
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