Chapter 390
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"I want to drink your blood, peel your skin. Bitch, bitch…."
Because the corners of her mouth were swollen, her speech was vague and unclear, but over and over again, she kept repeating, gritting her teeth.
If she didn't have to rely on this intense anger, she wouldn't have enough spirit left to live.
The heavy iron door in the cell was opened.
On a quiet night like this, the sound seemed especially sudden.
"Prisoner number 0437, someone wants to secretly visit you, please stand up and follow me."
A flashlight beam shined on Karlina's bruised face.
She was so excited by the light that she couldn't open her eyes, and she felt strange in her heart.
Who else wants to visit her in the middle of the night?
Her whole body was so cold that she was about to freeze. She couldn't stand up. The prison warden was impatient and helped her stand up. She took her out of the cell.
On the way, Karlina asked: "After meeting that person, do I need to return here again?"
"What if you don't? If you want to be released from your cell three days later, you should cherish this opportunity."
The other person's last words seemed to have some purpose.
Karlina didn't understand, she shrugged, closed her eyes, and followed the prison manager.
They went to a separate soundproof room, without any monitoring and recording equipment inside.
Walking to the door, Karlina was pushed directly inside, the heavy handcuffs on her body making a sound.
She staggered a few steps before reluctantly standing.
On the open ground in the middle of the soundproof room, a man was standing.
Waiting for the other person to turn around, Karlina's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it: "How can it be you?"
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Tomorrow.
The floor-to-ceiling glass window in the bedroom was slightly open.
One winter morning, the white fog was thick and heavy, and the wind blew past, making Bertha's face cold.
She hugged Shane tightly next to her.
Another night of debauchery passed, she looked extremely tired, and she still hadn't woken up.
The alarm clock on the bedside table rang.
Today is the day Mica finishes filming with the film crew, Bertha has to get up early to go there to congratulate her and give her a gift.
She tried to fight off sleepiness and got up to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Shane also woke up, his long curled eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes half-closed, his eyebrows slightly raised.
In his eyes, there was only darkness, no light at all.
He didn't have time to react: "Bertha, have you closed the window? The room is a bit dark."
Sanh Ca is applying lotion at the dressing table. Hearing this sentence, her hand suddenly stopped.
She unconsciously turned her head to look at the open floor-glass window. She felt a little strange: "No, the window is open, what's wrong with you?"
Shane's heart suddenly sank.
He couldn't see anything...
This time, how long will it take him to recover?
He replied calmly, without panic. "Nothing, maybe I was a little tired last night so I wasn't awake yet. I'll go back to sleep for a while."
He closed his eyes and quietly crawled into the blanket.
Bertha smiled and sat down on the side of the bed, her palm gently caressing his face. "You 'eat' me all day, it seems like you get tired sometimes."
Shane laughed too but he still didn't open his eyes. "If you have work, you go. You don't need to make me breakfast. When I wake up later, I'll cook for myself."
"Okay, it's been hard for you. The next two days, you rest and restore your health well. You don't have to 'eat' me all the time anymore."
Shane nodded obediently. "I know."
Bertha grabbed his face and kissed him, then stood up and continued applying makeup.
Bertha did her everyday work makeup so it only took her ten minutes.
She finished packing her things, Shane was still sleeping, he seemed to be in a deep sleep. She didn't want to wake him so she walked quietly out of the room.
Bertha took Tommy with her and just walked to the parking lot door when she suddenly stopped.
"How are you, Mistress?" Tommy was puzzled.
Bertha's face was serious, Shane's words when she had just woken up flashed through her mind. "He's not normal."
"Who is not normal?"
Bertha was no longer in the mood to answer him, she ran into the house.
"Shane..."
She went upstairs and opened the bedroom door.
Shane was nowhere to be seen, the room was empty.
Bertha felt confused, she had just gone out for a bit but Shane had already woken up.
"Shane..."
She called out while touching the bed sheet. It was still warm, he must have just woken up.
But the entire villa was unusually quiet, no one answered her.
Bertha searched all the rooms, but still couldn't find Shane anywhere.
Did he go out so quickly?
So why didn't she meet him on the way back?
She called Liam. "Shane is at work already?"
Liam was puzzled. 'No, I'm on my way to your house now."
For some reason, Bertha suddenly felt panic, great insecurity surrounded her.
Not seeing her say anything more, Liam also felt a little uneasy. "Miss. Bertha, what's wrong?"
"Shane… he… seems to have disappeared…"
Following these words, the whole house exploded!
Liam took Tommy and Donald with him, they tried their best not to be noticed by others and looked around the Miller mansion.
Bertha, Tyrone, and Casey tore the whole mansion apart looking for it many times.
They even turned on surveillance cameras and checked the garage, but still couldn't find Shane.
Even his phone was turned off.
They searched for more than half an hour but still had no clue.
The feeling of insecurity in Bertha's heart became more and more intense.
Half a year ago, one day after learning of Shane's death, she also returned to the beach villa and searched the villa like this, but found no one.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, her fingertips trembling, showing that she was extremely frightened inside.
On the carpet in the room, Shane's slippers were still there.
