Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

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Britney instinctively sensed danger and said faintly, “I do not think of betraying you. I was just thinking that when everything has ended, I would like to return to my family.”

“Not thinking of betraying me? All of you have seen my face, yet none of you wish to follow me and be loyal to me. Is it not for the sake of betrayal!” The man was angered.

Britney swallowed and tried her best to speak in a gentle tone. “You have our lifelines in your hands. How could we betray you? Isn’t betraying you equivalent to killing ourselves and our families?”

The man replied, “Hahaha, good that you know your place! You’re not as useful as Peter. If you betray me, I will definitely make your family live wishing they were dead!”

The corners of Britney’s mouth trembled. “Don’t worry. I won’t betray you.”

The man replied, “It is not impossible for you to return to your family’s side. When this show has ended, I’ll let you return!”

Britney said, “Thank you, Master.”

The man replied, “Ha, you only call me ‘Master’ when you gain benefits.”

Britney lowered her eyes, not daring to say anything, and even the sound of her breathing seemed to have vanished. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

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The black low-key car did not attract any attention as it drove.

They drove all the way to the northern suburbs under a hill. The man was in front and Britney was at the back as they walked up the hill till midway.

A three-story villa with black exterior walls stood among the trees, giving off an eerie and cold feeling.

The man put his palm on the gate and the gate opened with a creak. He went in first.

Britney followed after him, planning to enter her room.

The man spoke. “Go take a look at that stupid woman.”

Britney said, “Don’t you plan to see her?”

“Why would I see her?” The man had extreme disdain for that. “I have a bunch of useless things like you, so now everything I do needs to go through many considerations!”

Britney lowered her head. “Then, why do you wish for me to see her?”

“Don’t let her die!” The man remembered how she had hit the wall and felt angry.

“That useless thing. What right does she have to meet me!” he said ominously. “You have to remind her that her life is not her own. She is still carrying two other lives with her!”

Britney said, “Yes.”

Fia laid on the bed, her forehead swollen, her gaze dull.

The door opened. She frowned for a moment but returned to her original actions.

Britney brought a pot of hot tea and placed it on the table. “How do you feel?”

“I won’t die,” Fia replied faintly.

Britney sat by the table. “Do you want to drink some tea? It’s nourishing. Treat your body better.”

Fia struggled to sit up and sat at the table.

Holding the tea Britney poured for her with both hands, she asked, “After I fainted yesterday, was it you who helped me get into bed?”

Britney looked at a corner. There was an ornamental lamp, within it hid a surveillance camera. “It wasn’t me.”

Fia was slightly stunned. “Then who was it?”

“My master.” Britney lowered her head, quietly drinking her tea. “He does not want to save you. He is keeping you because you still have a great use. If you die just like that, it would be a great loss to him.”

“Haha.” Fia laughed mockingly as she said, “I do not wish to commit suicide either.”

Britney responded with silence.

She had rewatched the surveillance footage yesterday and from the way things appeared, Fia clearly wanted to hit her head to die and end everything.

“I’m sick.” Fia leaned toward Britney. “I’m sick here.”

She put the cup of tea before her and revealed a cold smile.

She said, “My heart is sick, my emotions are capricious. Sometimes, even I can’t control myself.”

Britney’s indifferent gaze turned complicated. In her impression, Fia gave off a gentle and kind feeling every time she met her.

It was the first time she had seen her reveal such a cold smile, and even her gaze was cold.