Chapter 571 Endurance
George's sports car tore through the city streets like a black streak in the night. Emma clung to her seatbelt, her nails nearly digging into the leather seat. Her right leg throbbed with pain from a fall during the chase, her knee a bloody mess, with blood trickling down her calf and soaking the car mat.
"Just hang on for five more minutes," George said, eyes fixed on the road ahead, oblivious to Emma's pale face and tightly clenched lips.
Suddenly, a heavy truck barreled out from a side street, heading straight for them.
"Watch out!" Emma screamed.
George jerked the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding the collision but losing control and crashing into the roadside barrier. The airbags deployed instantly, slamming into their faces.
"Emma? Are you okay?" George quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to check on her.
Emma forced a nod, hiding her injured right leg in the shadows. "I'm fine. Go find Seraphine."
She didn't tell George that the crash had likely fractured her ribs, making every breath feel like a knife cutting into her. But compared to Seraphine's safety, this pain was nothing.
George hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Stay in the car. I'll call an ambulance."
"No!" Emma grabbed his arm. "I'm coming with you. Seraphine needs me."
Seeing the determination in her eyes, George finally relented. "Stay close to me."
When they arrived at the Cloud Private Club, the building was already in chaos. Sirens wailed in the distance, and the club's staff were fleeing in all directions.
George shielded Emma as they rushed to the VIP floor, where they could hear Seraphine's heart-wrenching cries. He kicked open the locked door, and the scene inside made his blood run cold.
Wanda was advancing on Seraphine, who was curled up in a corner, with a syringe in hand. Phoenix stood nearby, holding a blood-stained scalpel. The floor was littered with broken glass and blood, evidence of a fierce struggle.
"Stop!" George's roar made Wanda and Phoenix turn simultaneously.
In that split second, Phoenix lunged at Wanda, aiming the scalpel at her throat. Seraphine, thinking Wanda was her mother, rushed forward without hesitation. "Mommy, watch out!"
"Seraphine, no!" Emma's scream echoed George's actions.
George darted towards Seraphine like an arrow, shielding her just in time, but Phoenix's scalpel plunged deep into his back.
George grunted, dropping to one knee, but still held Seraphine protectively. Blood quickly soaked through his white shirt, pooling on the floor.
Seraphine's trembling hands touched George's pale face, realizing it wasn't her mother who saved her. "Uncle George, you're bleeding..."
Wanda took advantage of the moment to kick Phoenix away, but Phoenix retaliated by stabbing Wanda's arm with the syringe.
Wanda felt a burning pain at the injection site and stared in horror at the now-empty syringe in Phoenix's hand. "What did you inject me with?"
Phoenix stepped back, a sick smile spreading across her face. "Kieran's latest neurotoxin, just for you. Know why I picked this one? Because it’ll set your nerve endings on fire first, then attack your facial nerves. I want you to watch your face rot away!"
Wanda staggered, feeling the heat spreading from the injection site throughout her body. She touched her face, feeling the abnormal pulsations beneath her skin.
"You bitch!" Wanda suddenly lunged, grabbing Phoenix's hair and slamming her into the coffee table. The glass shattered, and Phoenix's forehead began to bleed profusely. But she laughed maniacally, grabbing a sharp piece of glass from the debris. "Come on! Let's see who dies first!"
Wanda and Phoenix wrestled in the blood, Phoenix slashing Wanda's cheek with the glass shard.
Wanda screamed in agony, blood dripping from her chin. She touched her burning left cheek, feeling a deep, bone-revealing wound.
"That's just the first cut," Phoenix panted, her eyes gleaming with madness. "I'm going to destroy your fake face piece by piece! Isn't that what you use to seduce men?"
Wanda curled up in pain, the toxin taking effect, her vision blurring. But hatred gave her one last burst of strength. She lunged at Phoenix, pinning her down, digging her nails into Phoenix's face. "Then we'll both be disfigured! Let's see who suffers more!"
George watched the bloody brawl with cold detachment, holding Seraphine in a safe corner. Seraphine buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing quietly.
"George, save me," Wanda pleaded, reaching out to him, her face covered in blood. "You said you admired me."
Phoenix also crawled towards George. "Save me, George. You like me, don't you? You always smile at me."
George's eyes were icy. He kissed Seraphine's head. "From the beginning, my heart has only belonged to Emma."
This statement was the final straw, breaking Wanda and Phoenix's remaining sanity. They stopped fighting, staring at George's clear, sharp eyes in shock.
"Your eyes..." Wanda trembled, pointing at him. "You've regained your sight?"
Phoenix let out a piercing scream. "You've been playing us all along? Those treatments, those gestures, all fake?"
George nodded expressionlessly. "Just to find out the mastermind."
Wanda slumped to the floor, the toxin causing her face to twitch. "So you watched us fight over you, watched us kill each other." Her voice was filled with deep hatred. "George, you're cruel!"
Phoenix laughed hysterically, her laughter tinged with madness. "Good, very good. We were all played by you." She turned to Wanda. "Wanda, we were both deceived by this man."
The two battered women exchanged a glance, suddenly reaching a terrible consensus. Wanda grabbed a piece of broken glass, while Phoenix found the fallen gun.
"If we can't have you," Wanda said, staggering to her feet, "then we'll all go to hell together!"
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