The Woman From Hell

Looking closely at the architectural style, it did reflect Petra's style a lot. This woman was truly capable. Not only that, but she had such a great eye for investment too. It was no wonder she was able to squeeze into the rankings of the top three richest.

Speaking of Petra, I could not help but recall the topic about her daughter during dinner last time. I asked," Your mother has been searching for her daughter, right? How is it going?”

"I don't know. That's her daughter. It has nothing to do with me.” Xander's eyes narrowed slightly. He was seemingly reluctant to talk about this. I zipped my mouth tactfully. Since ancient times, there would always be plenty of rumors about aristocratic families, and the Nietzsches were not spared.

The speedboat quickly arrived at Breakfast Island. Xander asked me what I wanted to have and I casually said Japanese food. There was no way I was going to come this far to have hotdogs and milk, right?

Therefore, he brought me to a small building with the word 'Japanese' written on the signboard.

On the side of the road, an old man making cotton candy caught my attention. I did not expect to see this here.

I had lost many childhood memories of mine, but I remembered cotton candy. Each of us would hold one while playing on the country roads.

Due to time constraints, I said to Xander, "Go ahead and order some food. I'm going to buy cotton candy.”

"How old are you now? Why are you still so childish?" Xander left while shaking his head.

I walked up to the old man and looked at the cotton candy, reaching out to take it. All of a sudden, a pair of broad hands was quicker than me and snatched it away.

"Sir, can I have two more?" The distant yet familiar voice rang out beside my ear.

I was astounded, thinking that I was probably dreaming. However, the goosebumps on the back of m y neck were proof that I was not dreaming and this was real. Although I was uncertain when it started, every time Tyler appeared, I would instinctively have goosebumps all over my body because of fear.

The sunlight overhead was glaring, but my body was encased in ice. My breathing became uneven, and my body began to tremble.

Standing behind me, his low and terrifying voice rang out once more. "We're finally meeting, Wandy.”

He spoke very slowly in a deep voice.

However, it sounded like a beating drum in my ears that went all the way into my heart and soul, leaving m

e suffocated.

I froze on the spot, too afraid to move.

"Wandy, is this how you’re going to react to our long-awaited encounter? You're making your brother sad and disappointed." He continued to speak unhurriedly in my ear. His voice sounded like a demon in the night to me, causing my heart to tremble. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I closed my eyes, and after a very long time, I finally stopped my body from trembling. I abruptly turned sideways, running toward Xander.

I chose the most wretched way to run. I did not have the guts to look back and see if Tyler was following m e.

I ran up to Xander and pulled him, saying in a trembling voice, "Take me away, hurry.”

"What's going on?" Although Xander did not know what was going on, he still pulled me with him and we ran to the beach.

"Don't ask, don't speak. We need to leave immediately.” I hugged myself. The coldness that lingered in my heart had not dispelled.

Soon, we took the speedboat back and I called Cecilia with trembling fingers. "Cecilia, we must go back to Salt City immediately.”

"What’s wrong?" Cecilia was anxious to hear me like this.

"Tyler, he’s here.” My voice trembled uncontrollably at the mention of his name.

Cecilia was startled and quickly said, "We need to go t o the airport this instant. Let's meet up there.”

Xander frowned at me and asked, "What exactly is happening?"

"I'll explain it to you next time. Help me inform the director that I have to go back to Salt City." I ignored Xander after saying that and hailed a cab back to the hotel to pack my luggage before rushing to the airport.

Cecilia was already waiting for me at the airport and bought the latest flight back. We boarded the plane at lightning speed. On the way back, we clutched each other’s hands, wordlessly giving each other strength.

A few hours later, the plane landed in Salt City and we hailed a cab back to Cecilia's house. When we entered the house, we locked ourselves in the room and after making sure that there was no one outside the door, w e finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Cecilia slumped to the ground weakly, her body trembling nonstop. She was even more afraid of Tyler than me. I walked over and hugged her tight, patting her back gently to console her.

"What should we do, Wandy? What should we do? Why don’t we leave this place immediately and run away again." Cecilia grabbed my shirt and said in despair.