Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband-Chapter 1006 - No one will come to save you no

Chapter 1006: Chapter 1006: No one will come to save you no matter how much you scream

Chapter 1006 -1006: No one will come to save you no matter how much you scream

You have to say, Cory Hughes is quite cunning – knowing to leverage housekeeper Bronte to kidnap her and pinpointed a perfect scapegoat. Once housekeeper Bronte was arrested by the police, Hughes would clandestinely hide her, using her blood to detoxicate his family.

In doing this, not only he will have removed housekeeper Bronte, the uncertain element, but also gotten her blood, killing two birds in one stone.

Xaviera Evans chuckled coldly, leaning on the sofa and closing her eyes to rest. Suddenly, the door of the private room sounded, someone sneakily came in.

Housekeeper Bronte’s face contorted hideously, clutching a sharp knife in his hand, the other hand gripping a white handkerchief, muttering, “Don’t blame me. As it was you who harmed me, you deserve to die!”

Before entering the room, housekeeper Bronte had anticipated the sight of Xaviera Evans kneeling before begging for mercy. He wanted to wholeheartedly insult and torture this woman, telling this bitch of the consequences of offending him.

However, this woman is indeed beautiful, just like Miss Nina Hughes. In his life, he had never seen a woman as beautiful as Xaviera Evans. Since he had already kidnapped this woman, might as well enjoy fully.

Housekeeper Bronte moved slowly closer, watching Evans shrink into the corner of the sofa. Her light pink long dress sketched her perfect figure, her fair and stunning face was mesmerizing. He smirked sleazily, “Miss Xaviera Evans.”

Xaviera Evans slowly opened her eyes, whimpering in fear.

Housekeeper Bronte heard this soft voice and his violent tendencies gushed over, taking pleasure in her weak and vulnerable state. He is going to enjoy torturing this bitch, seeing her cry for mercy underneath him is such a thrill!

Why in this private room all the other lights are broken? Only the surrounding atmosphere lights are on. No matter, no lights are even better, it prevents him from being noticed. The soundproofing of this private room is so good that even if Xaviera screamed her lungs out, no one would hear it.

Housekeeper Bronte approach Xaviera with firm steps, gripping the knife in his hand. Noticing her teary eyes further excited him.

“Miss Xaviera Evans, if you are going to blame anyone then blame yourself for being stupid. Blue Dream Pavilion is so big, yet you chose this deserted location where there is no surveillance, no lights, even if you die here, no one would find out!”

“Don’t bother trying to call for help, all the private rooms here are soundproofed. No matter how much you yell, no one would hear it. Just accept your fate! As you have driven me to a dead end, you should pay the price!”

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Housekeeper Bronte’s eyes filled with ruthlessness, raising the knife to put onto Evans’ cheek. The knife blade was slowly dragging down, gently brushing against her neck, ready to tear her clothes.

His eyes were bloodshot, his excited hands shook. Just as he was about to tear Evans’ clothes, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by her.

Xaviera looked up at him, smiled faintly. “You’re right. There’s no surveillance here, and it’s secluded, no one will come. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one would hear it.”

Housekeeper Bronte stiffened for a few seconds and looked at her in confusion.

Why should he be the one screaming? Shouldn’t the one afraid be Xaviera? But why was she smiling?

Housekeeper Bronte thought Xaviera was bluffing, after all, this woman is the most cunning, she certainly has plans to escape, he won’t be fooled!

He gritted his teeth, “You bitch, you’ve already broken my fingers, why did you call the police? You forced me into a corner, I will not let you go easily. Even if I die, I will pull you down with me!”

Watching the weak woman crouched in the corner with her watery eyes, whimpering helplessly, he got even more excited. He wanted to rip through Evans’ clothes, tamper with this high and mighty lady to his heart content, then slit her throat, watching her blood gush out, witnessing her dying bit by bit.

While he was fantasizing about how to torture Evans, the petite woman on the couch slowly got up and said with a tone of grievance, “You’re so annoying!”

A sleazy smile spread across housekeeper Bronte’s face, “Let me show you what’s really annoying later, you’d better cooperate with me, maybe I will spare your life!”

As soon as the words fell, the knife in his hand was smoothly taken away. The very same woman who had teardrop filled eyes just now snatched his knife and held it securely in her hand, immediately her tone changed to cold, “You’re really annoying, ruining my weak image. No choice but to stop pretending!”

Housekeeper Bronte looked stunned, what weak image? He was a bit puzzled.