NovelOnlineArabella's mind swirled with confusion and anger.
"If it weren't for you wrecking everything for the Murphys, my parents would still be living high on the hog, the toast of Tranquil
City. They'd have more dough than they'd know what to do with, and they could've tossed sher way, set her up nice and cozy.
This mess is all on you!"
A cold edge laced Arabella's voice. "From what | hear, you cut ties with Yvonne the moment you waltzed back into the Murphy
family. And your so-called loving parents washed their hands of her too. Yet she's still taking care of you, shows she's willing to let
bygones be bygones, that she's got a place in her heart for her daughter."
"Cut the crap, | don't want to hear it." Yolanda raged, her voice laced with hysteria. "Aren't you supposed to be smiracle
worker?"
She motioned for one of her goons to bring something forward. "Drink this and I'll let them go. We can settle our score later!"
One of the lackeys approached with a shot glass of sinister-looking liquid. Arabella caught a whiff - it was laced with a lethal poison.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe turned her head, refusing to drink.
She had once concocted a remedy capable of neutralizing the deadliest toxins, but she hadn't taken the precaution before leaving
the house.
After all, her main goal tonight was to confront Stinger at the auction. Moreover, she was supposed to attend a banquet with
Romeo later in the evening, so she hadn't prepared.
The banquet was set to start at seven, and it wasn't quite tyet. If Romeo couldn't get a hold of her, he would surely start
looking into her whereabouts. But even if he did, it would take him at least an hour to get there.
And Yolanda's patience was clearly wearing thin.
At the moment, a couple dozen thugs were holding knives to the faces, necks, and bodies of Joyce and Mya. Edith was strung up
high, the rope extending along a track into the building, presumably with the main switch upstairs.
"Don't even think about trying anything sneaky!" Yolanda seemed to read Arabella's thoughts. "The one hanging there is barely
breathing. The switch is on the third floor, and even if you could fly, it would take time. But make one wrong move, and I'll off your
two little friends first!"
Without warning, Yolanda viciously stabbed Mya's thigh, causing her to tremble in agony. Mya tried to stifle her cries, but muffled
sounds of excruciating pain escaped her lips, as if she were suffocating.
"Stop it." Arabella knew Yolanda was beyond reason; compliance seemed the only option.
"Don't think I'm playing games with you. | want that poison down your throat in three seconds flat, or I'll go deeper, and she can
kiss her leg goodbye!" There was no room for negotiation in Yolanda's voice.
The goons' blades were perilously close to Joyce's delicate neck, which was already beading with blood.
"I'll drink."
Arabella's decision brought tears to Joyce and Mya's eyes as they pleaded with her not to do it.
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But the lackey forced the concoction down Arabella's throat.
"Can you let them go now?"
Yolanda's laughter was maniacal. "I didn't think you'd be so loyal!"
Her eyes flashed with fury. "If you're such a paragon of virtue, why did you have to destroy my parents? Why didn't you honor our
eighteen years of history?"
She didn't remove the knife from Mya's thigh; instead, she snatched another knife from a nearby thug and advanced on Arabella
with a vengeful stride.
"Today, I'm going to avenge my parents with my own hands."
Just as Yolanda lunged at her, Arabella, without warning, spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sound of Joyce and Mya's sobbing filled the room. Arabella, their invincible friend, was now at the mercy of Yolanda's madness.
What kind of poison could act so quickly, strong enough to induce blood from the mouth of the unstoppable Arabella.
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