Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 425

Overwhelmed by anger and sadness, I found it almost impossible to breathe. I looked at Yara, and I simply could not fathom how someone could so callously disregard a life, treating it with such contempt. She did not blink, and I even saw a sense of pleasure in her eyes.

What kind of person could be so cruel and terrifying?

"You're simply inhuman," were the words I managed to spat out. My voice was hoarse, and my throat was painfully sore.

She looked at me with disdain and mocked, "Human? In my eyes, you're no different from these animals. But you're not as lucky as they were. I've prepared a more interesting death for you."

With that, she smirked coldly and ordered the person beside her, "Bring the boiling oil we prepared. Let's give Ms. Scott a bath."

The person nodded and left.

A few minutes later, they returned with a pot of sizzling, boiling oil. Yara smiled with narrowed eyes as she looked at me. Her smile was unusually bright. "Yvette, although I find your face average, Charlie seems to think it's beautiful. So, unfortunately for you, I have to destroy it. Once your annoying face is ruined, Charlie won't think about you anymore."

As she spoke, she stirred the boiling oil with a ladle and then scooped up a spoonful, lifting it toward me. I could almost feel the scalding heat as the oil neared my face.

I resisted instinctively but found myself held down firmly by Yara's people, unable to move an inch. As she was about to pour the boiling oil over my head, every cell and hair on my body trembled in terror.

I knew better than anyone that having this scalding substance poured over me would be far more painful than death.

Nonetheless, I was helpless. I could not resist, and I was powerless in the face of danger. All I could do was close my eyes and wait for the end.

"Ahhh!" An agonizing scream suddenly rang out. I froze for a moment, then turned to see that a sharp dagger had been thrust into Yara's right wrist, which was holding the hot oil. The pot of oil fell to the ground, splashing everywhere.

In a daze, I saw Yara screaming in pain, holding her bleeding right hand. She almost collapsed as she yelled, "Ahhh... my hand, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

Her henchmen panicked, rushing to her aid.