Chapter 174
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Embarrassing memories were brought up again.
She glared at Bertha, filled with hatred.
'How do I know where they are? Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. I'm still waiting for them to come and kill you."
'You still don't want to say?"
Bertha's voice was calm and easy to hear, but her eyes were extremely cold.
'Then I will begin my revenge."
She thought for a moment, the dagger left Zillah's chin, slowly moving to the bone in Zillah's right shoulder. "That day my car exploded. If I wasn't careful, I got a cut on my shoulder from the car's debris, so I'll start from here."
Zillah's face turned white with fear, her eyes were scared, and she shook her head. "Impossible. This matter has nothing to do with me. Because you weren't careful..."
A scream pierced the sky.
Bertha raised her hand and slashed down, ruthlessly.
Zillah was in so much pain that her whole body trembled, cold sweat broke out profusely on her forehead, her shoulder bled, and fresh blood soaked her white dress red.
She was dissatisfied and glared at Bertha. "Wait and see. Damn it. I won't ignore you."
'You still have the strength to scold, it seems that wound is not too painful."
Bertha said she moved the dagger to Zillah's snow-white arm. 'I give you one last chance, where is the person behind you and Laura?"
Zillah bit her lip, and Bertha pretended to prepare to strike.
She quickly shouted. 'I don't know, I don't know. He didn't tell me who he was. Every time he has a plan, he talks to me. Laura is also at his place, I don't know."
Bertha stared at Zillah for a moment, then she took the dagger back and sat back down on the chair again.
Zillah thought Bertha had forgiven her.
Without giving her time to breathe a sigh of relief, Bertha handed the small knife to Liam, her tone calm but unintentionally cruel. 'That day I had a cut on my arm, and Tommy and Donald also had many wounds. Liam, it's your turn, pay close attention."
Liam's name was suddenly called. He was surprised for a moment then immediately happily accepted the knife. 'Yes, don't worry."
"Do not…"
Each of Zillah's mournful screams sounded extremely pitiful.
Mrs. Ivory stood next to her, she was so heartbroken that she wanted to cry.
Bertha just looked quietly, she was in a very good mood.
She reached out to grab the orange that Derek had peeled, but suddenly her wrist was grabbed by him. Bertha turned her head and saw Derek holding a handkerchief. He squatted down slightly to her level, gently helping her wipe each of her fingers.
Noticing her eyes looking towards him, he explained hoarsely.
'Your hands are dirty."
Bertha didn't say anything, she comfortably enjoyed his proactive service to her.
By the time she finished eating the last orange, Liam was done.
Zillah's body was full of wounds, fresh blood was flowing down, and her hair was wet with sweat, disheveled, disheveled, struggling, and miserable, she was in so much pain that she fainted on the spot.
Liam acted very cruelly, he focused on choosing places that were not life-threatening but could cause pain. Zillah looked like a blood-stained rag doll, but in reality, those were all minor injuries.
Bertha couldn't help but glance at Liam.
She thought he would feel sorry for Zillah, but she didn't expect him to be such a cruel person.
Thinking like that, Bertha's eyes turned to Derek again, but he said nothing.
She stood up, fixed her dress, and asked the bodyguard to release Mrs. Ivory out.
Mrs. Ivory was freed, she quickly rushed to the unconscious Zillah and sobbed.
Bertha warned her. "This time I only paid the debt for the charity party that day. As for my 8.8 billion from Helga Corporation, do you want to give it yourself or do you want me to act?"
Mrs. Ivory said nothing, her hateful expression glared at Bertha.
Bertha told her subordinates to prepare to return. As she walked to the door, she suddenly thought about her car exploding.
So, she ordered her subordinates to smash all the supercars in Helga's house, and by the way, she also took the small orange tree from the garden.
Because oranges are very sweet, she likes them very much.
The servants of Helga's house were scared to the point of shaking.
"Wait and see. I will sue you, put you in jail for life."
Bertha walked to the front door of Helga's house, Mrs. Ivory rang out from behind.
Bertha pretended not to hear, she didn't look back and left.
Winter is coming, Bertha lazily enjoys the weak sunlight outside. Even though the weather is not warm, she still feels comfortable.
Mission completed, the members of the Black Dragon returned to their places.
The afternoon was still long, Bertha let Liam and Aran take Derek back to the villa, and she went to Angel's company.
After leisurely finishing all her work, before leaving work, she went to look for Venn.
Venn knew about her revenge on Helga's house this afternoon. He felt both funny and helpless. He took the cup of tea he had just brewed and gave it to her.
'Kid, Mrs. Ivory has managed Helga's house for so many years, her connections in the city are quite extensive. Be prepared for everything."
Bertha took the cup of tea, without any concern on her face. "I'm afraid she won't come find me and cause trouble."
Venn heard her say that, he thought she must have planned it, and he happily patted her head.
Bertha gently held his hand, her expression very serious.
He was stunned. "What's up? Just took revenge on Helga's house, don't you feel comfortable?"
'Third brother…"
Bertha hesitated, her beautiful eyes lifted slightly, looking towards him. 'The charity party that evening, did Derek go to the bridge? It was he who jumped into the river to save me, right?"
