Chapter 1345 - 1344: An Eye for an Eye, Kill the Bitch

Chapter 1345: Chapter 1344: An Eye for an Eye, Kill the Bitch

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Eva Nightingale was forcibly taken by a group of women for a bath and then dressed in a European-style vintage ball gown.

"Do you know who that person is?" The maid looked at her arrogantly, mocking her, "The prince of darkness who rules both the black and white in Europe, Arthur Easton, the eldest young master of the Readington Family."

"You’ve angered him, and your friend has harmed our second young master; you’ll definitely wish you were dead."

She couldn’t understand why Arthur Easton wanted her dead, yet made them serve her by bathing her.

Heh...

The maid looked at her dress, the ball gown inlaid with golden threads and numerous diamond gems beside it, such luxury is a treatment reserved only for the true European nobility.

And she? At best, just a hostage, for what reason?

"Tsk tsk tsk, perhaps you’re trying to seduce our Mister Easton in the basement? This woman, heh, is she hoping to be favored by the boss and die beautifully before her end?"

The maid’s words were arrogant and impertinent, nakedly insulting, and thinking about the earlier humiliation, Eva Nightingale was instantly enraged.

Picking up the fruit knife from the table, she swiftly slashed it across the maid’s neck.

Swoosh!

The maid felt a pain in her throat, and blood sprayed out the next second, her whole body collapsing to the ground.

"Ah, it’s terrible... She’s killed someone!" The other maids shouted while running outside the villa.

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Arthur Easton had just gone to the backyard medical office, the intensive care unit, where specialists were treating his brother Arthur Easton.

"Bad news, Mister Easton!" The housekeeper hurriedly reported, "That woman killed a maid... The villa in front is in chaos!"

Arthur Easton raised his eyes coldly, got up, grabbed his coat, and walked outside. What a reckless woman!

The front yard, the villa.

Eva Nightingale sat on the sofa, casually sipping tea, her body alternately cold and hot, as the maid faintly rolled around clutching her neck.

She thought, what right does a maid have to boast above her?

"Are you courting death?" Arthur Easton’s voice came coldly from the doorway, wishing he could tear her apart.

"Heh." Eva Nightingale glared at him, "Arthur Easton, the one who should die is you."

As she finished speaking, the man approached, his chilling aura rivaling Lucas Night. Before she could react, he grabbed her hand.

Her left wrist was nearly crushed, and the pain sparked Eva Nightingale’s instinctual survival urge; she snatched the fruit knife and slashed towards his wrist.

"Hiss..."

The fruit knife directly cut open his hand, drawing blood.

The pain was there, blood was flowing, but he didn’t let her go, rather gripping tighter, urgently dragging Eva Nightingale upstairs to the master bedroom.

A forceful "Bang" tossed Eva Nightingale directly onto the edge of the big bed.

"You bite me, want to kill me? Right... You even dare to spit on my face?" He could execute her for each offense.

But for now, simply executing this woman easily, wouldn’t that be too cheap for her?

Just now, pulling her, he initially wanted to see if she was injured and let her temporarily stay in his room, after all, she bit his hand and drank his blood.

Who knew she would defy convention, grabbing the fruit knife and fiercely slicing his hand.

He pressed his bleeding hand against her, amplifying the force.

Even now, his hand was still bleeding!