Chapter 401 Meeting
Emma smiled slightly and whispered, "I'd like to see the limited edition Midnight Stars."
The store clerk's eyes flickered briefly before she nodded and said, "Sure, follow me."
The clerk led Emma through a hidden corridor to an ordinary-looking wooden door. She knocked gently and whispered a few words, and the door opened. Emma stepped inside and found herself in a meticulously decorated secret room, with several famous paintings on the walls and an antique piano in the corner.
She waited for a while in the room, and soon the door opened again. Michael walked in, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, with a faint smile on his face and eyes that were deep and unreadable.
"Emma, you're back," Michael said, his tone calm but with a hint of affection.
"I'm back, Michael."
Michael looked at her, his gaze tender and profound, as if he could see through every ripple in her heart. He whispered, "Emma, now that you've recovered, come back to Sunterra with me. Things here are already chaotic enough. We don't need to get more involved. You know your condition. If you get too stressed, you might develop more personalities, and your mind won't be able to handle it."
Emma shook her head firmly, "I never expected it to be multiple personalities. If Billy hadn't told me, I would have thought it was just simple amnesia. But no matter which personality, I can't leave. George hasn't suffered enough. I want him to feel even more pain. My revenge isn't complete."
Michael frowned, a flash of pain and reluctance in his eyes, "Emma, I know you hate him, but staying by his side is too dangerous. I don't want to see you get hurt again."
Emma let out a cold laugh, her eyes showing a hint of ruthlessness, "Don't worry Michael, I'm used to it. George owes me, and I'll take it back bit by bit. Leaving now would only make me feel unsatisfied."
Michael was silent for a moment, looking deeply at her, and finally sighed, "Emma, I respect your decision. But remember, no matter what happens, I'll be behind you, supporting you. If you need me, just tell me."
Emma's gaze softened slightly, and she said quietly, "Thank you, Michael. I know you've done a lot for me, but I have to end this myself."
Michael nodded, gently brushing her cheek with his hand, his tone tender but with a hint of helplessness, "I understand. Just promise me you'll protect yourself. George isn't easy to deal with, and I don't want to see anything happen to you."
"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to me. George thinks he still has control, that I'm still the Emma who loved him desperately, but he's wrong. I'll show him what true despair is."
Michael looked at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He took a deep breath and said softly, "Alright, I'll wait for you with Seraphine. Once this is over, we'll leave here and start anew."
Emma nodded firmly, "Okay, wait for me."
Meanwhile, in a small apartment, Phoenix took a hot bath.
She sat in the bathtub, steam filling the room, her pale face reflected in the mirror.
She waited until nightfall before sneaking out and heading to George's mansion.
The night air was cool, making her shiver, but she ignored it, focused on completing her mission. Her heart pounded like a drum, her palms sweaty with fear of being discovered. She moved quietly, her eyes darting around, alert to any sign of danger. Her nerves were taut, ears straining to catch any sound.
Strangely, the mansion's security system didn't react at all.
She felt a surge of relief; Kieran's skills were impressive. She reached the front door and gently pushed it open; it wasn't locked. She tiptoed inside, the mansion eerily quiet, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.
She found Charles's room and carefully opened the door, the hinges creaking softly, making her jump.
She held her breath, waiting a few seconds to ensure no one noticed, then cautiously stepped inside. The room was dim, with only faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. She saw Charles lying on the bed, breathing steadily, seemingly in a deep sleep.
Phoenix gritted her teeth, pulled out the rope she had prepared, and quietly approached the bed, gripping the rope tightly and swiftly looping it around Charles's neck.
Charles woke with a start, his eyes wide, making choking sounds, struggling to call out, but the rope tightened, his breathing labored.
Phoenix's hands trembled, her knuckles white from the effort, the rough texture of the rope biting into her skin, but she didn't dare relax.
Charles's face turned from red to purple, his breathing growing weaker. After a while, he seemed to stop struggling.
Dead?
A complex mix of emotions surged through Phoenix, relief at completing her task, and an indescribable fear.
Just then, she heard faint footsteps outside the door.
Her heart raced, her grip loosening involuntarily, the rope slipping from Charles's neck. Her heart raced as she listened intently for any sound. She recognized the voices—Emma and George, talking quietly outside, ready to enter at any moment.
Phoenix's mind went blank, realizing she couldn't delay any longer.
Panicking, she didn't check if Charles was truly dead, turning to flee.
But with people outside, where could she go?
Just as she was about to despair, a low voice called from outside the window, "Here!"
Phoenix froze, then saw a shadow outside, beckoning her. She quickly climbed onto the windowsill, finding a ladder. Without hesitation, she climbed down.
Her rescuer pulled her away swiftly, the two disappearing into the night.
Phoenix sat in the car, her heartbeat gradually calming, but her eyes filled with madness and greed.
"Did it work?" the person asked.
"Don't worry, he won't survive." Phoenix regained her composure and whispered.
Charles's body was already stiff, there was no way he could live!
She smirked and thought, 'George will be mine, eventually.'
The moment Phoenix escaped, Emma and George opened Charles's bedroom door.
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