The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1665

But how could she accept this? How?!

The blood, still warm, trickled down her arm, dropping weakly onto the ground. On her other side, her fingers clawed desperately at the ground, causing her nails to split and bleed. She found herself once again spiraling into a state of pure self-induced madness.

Her appearance was grotesque, terrifying. Yasmine watched her, shaking her head slightly with a sigh.

"You're wrong! I won't die, and if I do, it won't be by that bitch's hands!" She screamed hysterically, turning to Stanley. "So what if you saved her mother? Chloe could be dead, for all we know! Do you love that bitch? Pathetic. You finally get a chance to play the hero, but there's no one to witness it. She might already be dead, at the hands of the gang leader, right? And how would she die? It would be the most brutal way to go, I bet. Look at the woman you all fought over and loved. She met such a dirty, pathetic end."

Stanley watched her with a dark expression, his brows furrowing deeply. "What the hell are you talking about?! You've completely lost it!"

Wendy ignored him and continued her manic laughter. "You said Chloe would kill me, but she's not even here. So, you were wrong..."d2

Yasmine smirked, her tone almost questioning, "Was I?"

Wendy sat up from the ground, throwing her head back in triumphant laughter. "Yes! You were wrong! Wrong!! Hahaha... I didn't kill her directly, but it was I who lured her here. Ultimately, I caused her death... Hahaha..."

Her laughter echoed eerily in the empty warehouse, ringing in their ears. "I caused her death... You were wrong... Wrong..."

Stanley pulled out his earpiece with his free hand, visibly annoyed. With a flick of his wrist, he spun his gun around, pointing it at Wendy. "You've got the most annoying voice I've ever heard, a real menace. Time to shut up, for good!"

"Stanley."

His flippant words fell, and he was about to pull the trigger on the ranting woman in front of him. But then a cool, aloof voice rang out.

Stanley paused, turning his head sharply. His expression darkened.

At the same time, Wendy's manic laughter slowly died. She quickly raised her head to the entrance. The previously triumphant expression froze on her face.

The man and woman who appeared at the entrance made her face twitch uncontrollably. The man was clad in a black coat and was tall and handsome. His face was the one she had been obsessively thinking about. He was breathtakingly attractive, and the woman by his side was covered from head to toe, her bulky down jacket obscuring her figure. A plush scarf wrapped around her neck, and a large hood covered her head, the long fur trim was blocking most of her face.

Though her face was hidden, there was no mistaking who she was. Wendy continued to stare at her. Her bloodshot eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The woman slowly approached and stood in front of Wendy. She reached up, slowly removing her hood.

Even though Wendy knew who it was, when she saw that cold, aloof face, looking down at her, the face she had hated her entire life, her hand clenched the ground, and her pale lips trembled violently.

The Chloe she remembered was always dressed immaculately, but the woman before her now was a stark contrast. Dressed in loose, ill-fitting clothing, she still managed to exude a style uniquely her own.