Chapter 187
"Got it," Elizabeth said coolly, pursing her lips.
The man, nervous, pleaded, "Let me go."
Elizabeth sneered, "Weren't you the one who kidnapped me? Shouldn't I be begging you?"
The man's mouth twitched. 'Is she mocking me? Does she even realize she's the one being kidnapped?'
Desperate, he clasped his hands together and pleaded, "Ms. Percy, please let me go."
Elizabeth nodded, "Fine, but you have to help me put on a show."
He quickly agreed, "Ms. Percy, we're friends now. Just tell me what to do."
Elizabeth snorted, "Who said we're friends?" Did he really think he was on her level?
"Go back and tell Esme the job's done and I'm dead," she said seriously.
The man was surprised but didn't question it, just nodded.
"But Esme wants a photo. Should we go to the beach?" he asked.
Elizabeth squinted and patted his face, "You're not sincere."
He still wanted to harm her. The beach was a trap. Why would she go there?
"Figure it out yourself!" she snapped, kicking him out of the car. "Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you every time!"
With that, she drove off, leaving the man and the driver standing there, bewildered.
The driver mumbled, "Didn't Esme say Elizabeth was a useless nobody?" He raised his numb right hand, frustrated. What was going on?
Was this a useless nobody? Did they misunderstand?
After a while, the driver gritted his teeth, "If I had known, I would've asked for more money!"
The man glared and slapped the back of his head, "What are you thinking?"
Even with another ten million dollars, they couldn't kill Elizabeth!
"Hurry up and find a car. Let's go back!" The man squatted by the roadside, angrily pulling out his phone.
Just then, he got a text from Esme.
Esme: [Is everything going smoothly?]
He paused, looking at the car driving away, and replied irritably: [Smooth.]
Esme: [If it works out tonight, I'll give you a bonus.]
The man sighed. How much money would it take to kill Elizabeth? It wasn't about the money; they just couldn't do it.
He put his phone away, lit a cigarette, and felt deeply troubled.
Elizabeth's car drove into the city center.
Meanwhile, Esme received a text with a photo of Elizabeth tied up in the car and another of the sea.
The man: [It's done.]
In the hospital, Esme looked at the text, her initial silence turning into a smile.
She zoomed in on the photos, confirming it was Elizabeth, but still found it hard to believe.
'Is Elizabeth really dead? Wouldn't Alexander be completely mine now? If Elizabeth was dead, no one would ever know that she saved Alexander, not me!' Esme bit her lower lip, her expression both excited and anxious. 'Would anyone find out I hired someone to kill Elizabeth?'
