The terror shocked Andrea into complete lucidity. Licking her cracked, bleeding lips, she sobbed.

"I won't ever go against Lizetta again! I was wrong! Please let me go. I'll leave the country immediately. I'll leave the Porter family. I'll never foolishly try to compete with her again. I swear, once I leave, I'll never come back. Please..."

Her eyes were filled with absolute panic and regret, her wrists rubbed raw and bloody from the ropes.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the psychological torment. She was entirely broken.

She stared at Ray with pleading eyes, but her desperate words were met with cold silence.

Ray sadistically flicked a few more drops of water at her face. Watching her squeeze her eyes shut and scream, he sneered.

"Coming to your senses now? Too late."

Andrea's eyes were bloodshot. "I... I have a fever. I really can't hold on anymore. I'm

going to die... Please, just let me go. I'll do anything you want."

She was on the verge of collapsing. Even before the crash, the police had interrogated her for twenty-four hours straight.

Her head felt like it was going to split open, and all she wanted was to slump down and rest.

But there was water beneath her. Water everywhere.

She was terrified of it now, forcing herself to stay standing through sheer willpower.

"Oh? You'll do anything?"

"Yes, please."

Andrea looked up, trying to muster a vulnerable, seductive smile.

She would rather offer herself to him than spend another second enduring this watery hell.

Her feet and legs felt waterlogged and numb from the pain.

What she didn't realize was that she currently looked worse than a horror movie ghost, and her smile was rigid and grotesque.

Even if she had looked beautiful, Ray had absolutely zero interest in a greedy, venomous woman like her.

He tossed his half-smoked cigarette into the pool and stood up.

"I suppose I could let you out..."

A glimmer of hope sparked in Andrea's eyes, only to be crushed by his next words.

"Tell me exactly who told you to contact Jolin Gardenia and sabotage the brakes to kill Mrs. Dashiell. Spit out the whole truth, and I'll pull you up, get you some food, and let you leave."

Andrea shuddered violently. She couldn't say that.

Admitting that meant confessing to attempted murder. Even if she left here, she would just end up in a prison cell.

Worse, if she dragged Eartha Porter Madden into this, Eartha would never let her live.

"I... I don't know. I don't know anything..."

Ray let out a cold laugh and nodded.

"Are you still expecting someone to

come save you? Stop dreaming. You're a discarded pawn. Your adoptive mother is too busy plotting to steal the Madden family fortune,

and your biological fathers

than an animat He doesn't ev

care about his own flesh and blood. Do you really think anyone gives a damn about you?"

When Andrea disappeared, Eartha and Conrad West had merely filed a police

report and put on a show of looking for her.

They certainly hadn't exhausted their resources. Ray sighed mockingly.

"Don't be stupid. Did you really think Eartha loved you like a daughter? If she did she wouldn't have involved you in a murder plot. She just brought you back from abroad to

in a

you as a weapon.

"You've been missing for days. Has she found you? Let me tell you, she hasn't contacted my boss about this once.

"Do you think she'd wage a war against the Dashiell family if you died? And even if she did file a report for you, what good would it do when you're already dead?"

Ray scoffed, scooping up a handful of water and splashing it in her face just to mess with her.

Watching her shiver with gritted teeth, he smirked.

"Think about it carefully. The only reason you're still breathing is that our boss's wife is still in emergency care. If anything happens to her, rest assured, Mr. Dashiell won't let you live for another minute. By then, even if you want to confess to save your own skin, you won't have the chance."

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Without wasting another word, Ray turned and walked out, leaving Andrea trembling

as she fought her internal battle.

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Amber Hill Estate.

"Is there still no sign of Andrea?"

Eartha sat on the edge of the bed, looking exhausted and pale as she asked

Conrad, who had just returned.

Conrad shook his head, a sorrowful look in his eyes.

"I'm afraid things look grim for her."

Eartha's eyes instantly reddened. Leaning against the pillows, she sat up straight

and wept.

"What about the police? Did they say anything?"