Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 493: Opportunity in Desperation, a Turning Point

Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Opportunity in Desperation, a Turning Point

Preston Langley kept the gun barrel aimed at Seraphina, glanced at Serena Sterling, and found a small folding knife she had just brought when she got out of the car and tossed it aside.

"Hmph! Quite a schemer!" Preston Langley sneered coldly.

Then, the camera focused on Serena Sterling.

A platform outside suddenly appeared with a window that attracted countless people. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"What’s this? Are they filming a movie?"

"No, that person looks so much like Serena Sterling."

"What’s going on?"

...

Laughter from Preston Langley echoed in the video.

"Don’t cut off the footage, if you do, I will immediately open fire!" Preston Langley said fiercely.

The camera shifted, showing Seraphina bound and crying, with a gun barrel aimed at her in his hand.

"Alright, you’ve seen that. Now, let’s look at this."

Preston Langley said, placing the phone aside, aiming it at Serena Sterling in the center.

Serena Sterling slightly raised her head, looking at Preston Langley before her.

Her knees ached painfully, and her gaze lingered briefly on the hand holding the gun.

She needed to wait for an opportunity.

She couldn’t just wait like this.

Even if Julian Lawson really brought Vera Hansen as Preston Langley demanded, she and Seraphina couldn’t escape unscathed.

Expecting Preston Langley to let them go after getting Vera Hansen out of the country was wishful thinking.

Preston Langley said it was a trade, but believing a murderer was naive.

So, Seraphina had to be exchanged here.

She was ready to die, but she wanted to leave Seraphina behind.

Serena Sterling’s gaze once again fell on Preston Langley’s hand.

The gun barrel was still aimed at Seraphina.

Her gaze returned swiftly.

She couldn’t act recklessly.

Upon entering, Serena Sterling had already observed the surroundings; this was a blind spot.

She believed there were snipers outside preparing, but Preston Langley had clearly thought about this too, so there were covers all around.

Unless she could lure him outside the blind spot.

Or, when the gun was no longer aimed at Seraphina, perish together with him.

Just thinking about it, Preston Langley approached her.

Then—

"Slap!"

A brutal slap landed on her face.

It hurt fiercely, directly knocking her to the ground.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, dropping onto the wedding dress.

"Get up!" Preston Langley ordered.

Serena Sterling glanced back, seeing the gun still aimed at Seraphina.

She remained silent, getting up again.

The next moment—

"Slap!"

Another slap.

Serena Sterling fell to the ground again.

This couldn’t continue.

As Serena Sterling thought, she used the momentum of the fall to inch outward.

"Get up!" Preston Langley ordered again.

Serena Sterling crawled, getting up again, but accidentally moved a bit further out.

"Slap!"

"Get up!"

"Slap!"

"Slap, slap, slap..."

After countless slaps, blood spattered, deep palm prints appeared on Serena Sterling’s face.

Her body scraped against the ground when knocked down, peeling skin from her hands and feet, blood flowing.

Her face and body burned with pain.

Serena Sterling consciously moved outward every time she was hit.

According to her previous observation, just a bit more, there’s an air vent nearby, which would provide an opening.

Julian Lawson was almost mad.

The roars from him never stopped coming from the phone tossed aside.

"Preston Langley, stop this!"

"Preston Langley, if you dare do this, don’t expect Vera Hansen to fare well!"

"Preston Langley, I swear I’ll tear you to pieces!"

Meanwhile, Preston Langley simply laughed hysterically, laughing crazily.

"Julian Lawson, if I were you, I’d hurry here as fast as possible!"

Preston Langley said, "The quicker you come, the less she’ll suffer."

Speaking, he ordered Serena Sterling again: "Get up!"

Serena Sterling gritted her teeth and got up, ready to move again.

Preston Langley grabbed her hair, pulling her back.

"Ah!"

The pain in her scalp was intense, her knees scraped on the ground, leaving two long blood stains.

"Preston Langley!" Julian Lawson was almost insane.

Yet Preston Langley only laughed hysterically, madly laughing.

The onlookers outside couldn’t bear it anymore.

Bianca Lynch was a crying mess.

"Serena..."

Others cursed under their breath, fists clenched tight.

"Preston Langley, you better not fall into my hands!"

Chloe Langley was equally anxious.

Preston Langley wouldn’t let the footage cut, with countless people watching now!

"How’s it going?" Chloe Langley took the walkie-talkie, inquiring from the other side.

"No good, we were almost at the aiming point, but he went back."

Returned from the walkie-talkie: "Now the criminal is surrounded by anti-sniper coverage, very familiar with these!"

"We can’t shoot recklessly, it must be a perfect hit, otherwise the criminal becomes more vigilant, and we’ll have no chance again."

Chloe Langley put down the walkie-talkie, looking at the crowd beside her.

She deployed people to infiltrate the factory to rescue, but found cameras everywhere near it, surrounded by openness, and cameras installed without blind spots, obviously a cage prepared meticulously by Preston Langley...

As soon as they get close, Preston Langley would discover them, thereby endangering the hostages’ lives.

There are two hostages there; even if one is lost, Preston Langley can still threaten.

She was anxious, but could only wait.

A catalyst was still needed.

...

Inside the abandoned factory.

Serena Sterling lay on the ground, dragged back now, indicating that Preston Langley fully understood the boundaries, attempting to unconsciously lure him outward wouldn’t work.

She panted secretly, observing the terrain furtively.

In another slap, Serena Sterling fell towards a pile of debris.

"Crash..."

Serena Sterling slammed against the debris, overturning everything.

Among them were items like bowls, all falling over now.

"Clang...crash..."

Those items fell to the ground and shattered.

Serena Sterling fell among them, sustaining several cuts, bleeding.

"Ha-ha-ha, what a mess!" Preston Langley mocked, "Once lofty Mrs. Lawson, Miss Sheridan, Serena Sterling, what’s become of you now?"

Serena Sterling was beaten, lying there unable to rise.

She secretly hid a sharp shard of porcelain in her hand.

"Get up! Crawl up for me!"

Serena Sterling slowly climbed up.

Her wedding dress was already dotted with blood.

Earlier in the hall, to move freely she tore off the dress’s hem; now her knees were all bloody, elbows too, mixed with dirt and pebbles stinging painfully.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

Preston Langley laughed again.

"Say it, you’re a bitch." Preston Langley looked at Serena Sterling with malicious eyes, "Say you’re no match for a strand of Vera Hansen’s hair, you’re a downright bitch!"