Chapter 663 Only One Can Live
Winona stood silently, gazing at the shimmering surface of the swimming pool, lost in thought.
Maeve was just a step behind her, watching her unguarded back. This place wasn't secluded, but today Zachary was here, and everyone was in the main hall trying to get close to him.
Today's guests were all from the same social circle as the Fields family. Normally, they wouldn't even get a chance to see Zachary from afar, let alone be in the same room with him.
Naturally, they wouldn't miss this opportunity to make connections.
The wind rustled the leaves, the sound echoing in their ears.
Maeve's hand, which had been hanging by her side, slowly lifted.
She wasn't inherently bad, and life hadn't yet hardened her into someone callous. She still dreamed of graduating from college and securing a good future through her own efforts.
So, thinking about what she was about to do made her both nervous and scared. But she had no choice; Faye had been taken by that person.
It felt like there were two voices in her head, one representing her remaining kindness, the other the whisper of a devil.
Just as Maeve's hand was about to touch Winona's back, Winona, who had been staring at the pool, suddenly turned around, startling Maeve and making her quickly retract her hand.
Winona, oblivious to everything, looked at her. "You like Zachary. Isn't this the perfect chance for you two to be alone? At parties, there's always drinking. A little tipsy state is the best catalyst for feelings. If you put in a bit of effort, you might even have a one-night stand."
Maeve was taken aback by her words. She felt humiliated, her face turning red. "I just like him. Why do you have to insult me like this?"
Winona's demeanor wasn't about teaching her how to pursue Zachary. It was more about her confidence that no matter what Maeve did, Zachary wouldn't be interested in her.
How insecure must she be to think like that?
But Winona didn't care about her insecurities. She asked the question she wanted an answer to: "Bringing me here wasn't your idea, was it?"
Maeve bit her lip, her white teeth stained with a bit of lipstick. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Winona watched her eyes, which were constantly changing emotions. "Last time I was in Aetheria, someone sent me a photo of you giving Zachary a massage in a café. That was you, right?"
"Can't even admit to what you did? And you still dream of being the third wheel challenging the original partner?" She looked at Maeve's face, which resembled Fiona's. "Fiona may be two-faced, but she's bold. She never hides her desire to become Mrs. Bailey."
Maeve: "It was me."
Winona lowered her eyes, rubbing the knuckles of her wrist. She was a conservator, essentially a craftsman. Her fingers were slender and long, but her fingertips had calluses, and her skin wasn't particularly smooth. "I have one last question. Were you just trying to push me into the pool?"
Maeve didn't say a word. After a few seconds, she suddenly reached out to push Winona into the pool.
Since Winona already knew what she was planning, she was prepared. She sidestepped and precisely grabbed Maeve's hand.
Maeve dropped the pretense. "That person said if you die, you won't be a problem for Mr. Bailey anymore. Your relationship is so good, you'd trade your life for his, right?"
She wasn't doing this just for Zachary but also to save Faye. That person said if she didn't do as told, Faye would be sold to Vicehaven.
A five-year-old girl couldn't go to a place like that.
Winona was stunned. "Me, dead?"
That person was after her? Wasn't it supposed to be Alton? Lydia had been scared twice already; it couldn't be a mistake.
When Alton was kicked out of the Bailey Group, she was still a pampered princess, unaware of any troubles. It was impossible for her to have offended him.
But Lydia said that person was a psycho, already mentally unstable, and after wandering abroad like a stray dog for so many years, he must be even more twisted.
Maybe he developed a sociopathic personality, wanting to wipe out anyone who offended him. As Zachary's fiancée and someone Lydia liked, she was definitely on his list.
Winona's back was pressed against the stainless steel ladder at the pool's edge, her upper body bent backward. She held Maeve's hand tightly, the ladder creaking under the pressure. "Are you stupid? Trying to kill me here? If I shout 'help,' people inside will rush out, and you won't get away."
She was panting, clearly exhausted and about to give in.
Hearing Winona's words, Maeve didn't panic. Instead, she looked at her like she was an idiot. "Do you think Mr. Bailey agreed to come here after clearly refusing to cooperate with me because that person contacted him and arranged to meet here?"
"So, no one will hear you. They're probably dancing a lively tango in the hall right now."
Winona nervously stepped back. "Maeve, if you kill me, you won't get away. There are cameras everywhere. The police will catch you easily. Or do you want to die with me?"
Maeve: "They're already broken."
"In that case." Winona, who seemed about to give in, suddenly exerted force, pulling herself and Maeve apart. She swiftly moved to the side, yanking her hand back.
Maeve had a bad feeling when she heard Winona's words, but before she could react, Winona executed a series of fluid movements. Maeve's eyes widened in surprise, but her body, driven by inertia, fell towards the pool.
In her panic, she flailed her arms, trying to grab anything she could.
Winona had already moved aside after breaking free. Seeing Maeve's hand touch the ladder's handrail, she kicked her into the pool.
The pool was only about five feet deep. Falling in wouldn't kill her, just make her choke on some water and feel uncomfortable for a while.
Winona wanted to be a kind-hearted person, but Maeve forced her to be a cold-blooded, ruthless woman. So, she had to oblige.
Maeve fell into the water, creating a splash about three feet high.
Winona stood by the pool, coldly watching Maeve struggle in the water. Her dress's hem was slightly wet.
"Help me, help..."
Cold water filled Maeve's nose and mouth. She could swim, but she was a novice. Unprepared, she panicked after choking on water.
Her survival instincts took over, making her forget that this was a man-made pool. If she just held her breath and relaxed, letting her feet touch the bottom, she could stand up.
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