Chapter 47

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Bertha looked at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl trembling in the dark corner and said.

"You're safe, you can go home now."


Having finished speaking, Bertha turned around to prepare to leave, when her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Bertha looked at the girl's longing eyes. "I went out to drink with my friends, but I lost them, and my phone was lost. Can you take me home?"

Seeing Bertha seem hesitant, the girl continued. "My name is Faye, sister, please help me."


Bertha looked at her phone, it was now half past nine in the evening.

It's a bit late, the training area seems unsafe.


"Let's go, where is your house?"

Faye said her home address and followed behind Bertha, still holding Berrha's hand tightly, as if she had found a safe place.

It wasn't until she got into the car that she let go of Bertha's hand and sat down in the back seat.

As soon as she got into the car, the girl seemed very tired and quickly leaned against the seat and fell asleep.

Bertha occasionally looked at her through the rearview mirror, seeing that she was sleeping, he drove with peace of mind.

About twenty minutes later, the girl sitting in the back of the car was still sleeping soundly, and Bertha's phone was out of battery.

Bertha called Faye's name. She wanted to ask her for her home address again, but seeing Faye sleeping soundly, Bertha didn't bother her anymore. Based on the memory that Faye had earlier, she found her way to Faye's house.

The car windows were not open, and the atmosphere inside the car was quiet.

Bertha was alert and took a deep breath.

Suddenly she felt something wasn't right.

Faye said she was drinking with friends. Although her face was a little red, she didn't smell of alcohol on her body.

Therefore, Faye never drank alcohol.

The training area is in a remote suburb, naturally, there are no pubs or busy streets.

Faye intentionally lied.

Just thinking this, Bertha suddenly heard a strong gust of wind blowing into her ears.

Almost all by instinct, she immediately reached out and grabbed the hand that was aggressively rushing towards her.

A sharp needle missed a centimeter from piercing her neck.

"When did you find out?"

It seemed that Faye also didn't expect Bertha's reaction speed to be so sharp, so she didn't pretend anymore.

She immediately changed her face to a fierce one, her hands used all her strength to inject the needle into Bertha's neck.

Bertha knows that she only has one hand to deal with Faye, so she doesn't let her guard down.

The car was running on a suburban road, and she quickly braked.

The wheels immediately rubbed against the road surface, and the entire car lost its sense of balance and immediately broke the barrier, heading straight into the grass along the roadside.

Because Bertha's steering wheel was protected by an airbag, she only hit her forehead a little and quickly ran out of the car.

Looking at the car being hit and deformed, Bertha clicked her tongue twice, regretfully.

This car hadn't been with her for long, and it had gloriously sacrificed itself.

Seeing that Faye in the back seat had not yet gotten out, Bertha opened the car door and saw that Faye was unconscious. She helped Faye out, placing Faye on the grass.

Bertha patted Faye's cheek several times before waking her up.

Seeing Bertha take the initiative to save her, Faye asked in disbelief. "Why did you save me? I hurt you, you should have killed me."

Bertha coldly glanced at the girl, not answering that question, she just asked. "Who told you to kill me?"

Faye turned away, not saying a word.

Bertha slightly curled the corners of her lips. "Let me guess. Laura or Karlina? Or are they both planning to kill me?"

As for Laura, even if she could come up with such a discreet plan, she still wouldn't be able to hire such a good assassin.

Combined with the fact that she became the heiress to Greer's house, Bertha concluded that these two girls were working together to harm her.

Faye didn't pay attention to what she said. "I'm already in your hands, so I'm useless, you kill me."

"Kill you?" Bertha smiled provocatively. "Then it's very boring."

Faye looked at Bertha, frowning.

The sky on the outskirts of the city was very dark, with only a few dim street lights.

The corner of Bertha's eyes seemed to flicker with bright light.

"I saw just now, in your syringe is an anesthetic, right? They told you to anesthetize me, then take me somewhere, and then torment me, right?"

Faye was a little surprised, staring at Bertha with an unbelievable expression.

Did she guess the plan correctly?

A person with such a clear, innocent face, and a person with such insight?

Faye said nothing, just stared at Bertha.

Bertha curled her lips, smiled, and spoke gently. "So... you do what they say."

"What?"

Five minutes later, Faye sent a text message to the mastermind. "It was successful, she is in an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city."

When Laura received this text message, she was so happy that she wanted to jump out of bed.

'Bertha, you have finally fallen into my hands. It's your fault that the online community laughed at me, I can't let this feud go.'

Laura had been anxious to see Bertha's miserable appearance for a long time.

The corner of her eyes flashed with excitement, she immediately sent a text message to someone.

"You quickly go to that place, bringing ten strong men with you. First, beat her, and then follow the plan we discussed."

The person on the other side responded very quickly. "As long as you have money, everything will go smoothly."

Laura gritted her teeth, then transferred the other person five thousand dollars. She felt a little heartbroken.

But, if only this time I could torture Bertha most brutally, the money would be worth it.

Laura had just put down the phone for two minutes when she received a text message from Faye again.

"The amount of medicine seems to be too strong. She's not going to survive. Please come here quickly."

How could this be? Laura wanted Bertha to wake up only to discover that she had been humiliated and that life was worse than death.
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