She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 720

Edgar slammed his handcuffed fists against the table, the metal chains rattling loudly. Dropping the facade, he sneered, "How do you think you survived back then? Did you really think we didn't know someone else died in your place? I spared you out of pity, because your father and I were family!"

Loyce burst out laughing, picking up a small, solid steel hammer and turning it over in her hands. "I highly doubt that. Zelie smuggled me out of Yavon County. Back then, that backwater town barely had paved roads, let alone surveillance cameras or trackers. You had no idea where I went, so you used a random corpse to fool Yale into thinking the job was done."

"As for why none of you came after me once I was found... it was because I was raised by the lowly Sampson family. None of you thought I was a threat."

Loyce paused, her grip tightening on the hammer as she walked slowly around the table to stand beside Edgar.

"Who would have guessed..." she whispered. "I'm a wolf. And I bite."

She raised the hammer and swung it down violently toward his head.

"No! Ahhh!"

Edgar's pathetic shriek echoed off the concrete walls of the tiny visitation room. He instinctively threw his chained hands up to protect his head, shrinking into his seat in a futile attempt to dodge.

But the expected explosion of pain and blood never came.

The steel head of the hammer stopped exactly one centimeter from his temple. The cold metal grazed his skin.

His scream caught in his throat, dissolving into heavy, ragged gasps and uncontrollable tremors.

Terrified, he cracked his eyes open, meeting Loyce's mocking gaze just inches away.

"Scared already?" Loyce whispered, a playful lilt in her voice. "Weren't you just telling me to wait for my own death?"

With a slight twist of her wrist, she dragged the hammer away from his temple, trailing the cold steel slowly down his cheek, his jawline, and his neck. The phantom touch of death sent violent shivers across his skin.

Finally, she pressed the heavy steel head firmly against his Adam's apple.

Edgar went completely rigid. Cold sweat drenched the back of his prison uniform. He could acutely feel that if Loyce applied even a fraction of pressure, his windpipe would crush like dry glass.

"Y-You wouldn't dare! The police are right outside! This is a crime!" Edgar hissed, trying to sound menacing, though his eyes darted frantically toward the one-way mirror where the guards usually stood.

Loyce followed his gaze and smiled—a knowing, deeply cruel smile.

"The police?" She leaned into his ear, her voice dropping to a silken whisper. "Why do you think the judge granted us this private meeting? Why do you think we've been in here this long, making this much noise, and nobody has come in to stop me?"

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