Chapter 186
Elizabeth suddenly felt herself yanked out violently.
The man’s eyes flashed with shock. Elizabeth actually dared to jump out of the car backward! She’d be smashed to pieces if she fell, or worse, hit by passing cars!
He rushed forward, grabbing her and cursing, "You lunatic! Isn’t sinking into the sea better than getting hit by a car?" His angry scolding almost made Elizabeth laugh.
He was still considering which way of dying would be more comfortable for her.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Elizabeth kicked him hard in the stomach.
He staggered back, letting go of her. Elizabeth, quick on her feet, pulled herself back inside through the car window.
Just as he was about to get up, he saw Elizabeth approaching with a silver needle aimed at his neck.
He froze, not daring to move.
Elizabeth lightly scraped his neck with the needle, causing a faint pain that made him hold his breath. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Make him stop the car," Elizabeth said coldly.
The man looked at the driver and ordered, "Pull over!"
The driver didn’t dare delay.
The car came to a smooth stop. Elizabeth glanced at the driver, "Get out!"
The driver looked at the man, who nodded slightly, signaling him to get out.
As he reached for his phone, Elizabeth flicked a silver needle into his hand, rendering it useless. He looked at her in disbelief.
Elizabeth smiled, "Think you can call for help faster than I can kill you?"
As his scheme was exposed, he swallowed hard and quickly got out.
He quietly observed Elizabeth, finding her truly different.
Daughters of wealthy families were usually arrogant and pretentious! But Elizabeth stayed calm even when kidnapped.
And what exactly was this silver needle in her hand? Why did it make people lose consciousness or become paralyzed?
Elizabeth looked at the man again.
"Who sent you?" she asked coldly.
"A woman," he didn’t hesitate.
"Esme Russell?" Elizabeth squinted.
He frowned, his tone deep, "Sorry, I can’t say! It’s my professional ethics!"
Elizabeth laughed, "You do this kind of thing and still talk about professional ethics!"
"Is it Esme?" she insisted.
He gritted his teeth and stayed silent. Elizabeth slowly raised the silver needle. Under the dim light in the car, it gleamed.
Her gaze moved from the needle to his face, then down his body.
He frowned, realizing she was looking at the wrong place!
Instinctively, he covered his private parts with both hands.
Elizabeth glanced at him, trying not to laugh.
He glared at her. 'Was she a devil? Making people faint or paralyzed was temporary. But if she did something to my reproductive organs, it would be a lifelong issue! I wasn’t even married yet! No way!'
"I gave you a chance, but you didn’t confess!" Elizabeth smirked, the needle about to drop.
Terrified, he trembled and said, "I’ll talk!"
Elizabeth nodded, signaling him to speak quickly and not waste time.
"It’s Esme! She wanted us to throw you into the sea to drown. She wants you dead!" he confessed.
Elizabeth’s heart turned cold.
Esme had taken her husband and now wanted her dead. Her malice had surpassed Elizabeth’s imagination.
Esme knew that ever since Elizabeth saved Alexander, she had been afraid of water, yet she still wanted to throw her into the sea!
Thinking of this, Elizabeth suddenly regretted telling Esme about these things back then.
Not many people knew about her saving Alexander, but Esme was one of them!
