Chapter 1052
Chapter 1052: Becca Reyes PK Cherry Hamilton (4)_1
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Neal Thompson can’t escape now!
He had evidence!
He saw Flossie Wright playing on her phone with his own eyes; this was the most favorable evidence!
Neal Thompson was convinced that it was Flossie who had done it!
"Injuring my hand..." Taking a step forward, Flossie’s eyes darkened slightly, filled with anger and a murderous intent that emerged from their depths. Her tone was slow but chillingly trembling, "Just that?"
A wave of cold air rushed towards his face.
In that instant, Neal Thompson felt his entire body stiffen. His rage and frenzy vanished in a flash, replaced by the creeping sense of dread from the bottom of his heart.
He had always been afraid of Flossie.
His bold confrontation had just been fuelled by the desire to protect Mia Lawson, and since he had the upper hand, his courage had naturally swelled.
But he had never expected—
One sentence from the other party had made him feel faint of heart.
"Do you know how high that cliff is?"
Approaching closer, Flossie reached out, grabbed his collar directly, and with a flick of her wrist, she hoisted him up.
Neal Thompson instinctively wanted to struggle, but he suddenly realized he didn’t dare to move.
His entire body was stiff.
Even the quivering of his fingers was involuntary.
After a short pause, Flossie curved her lips and slowly began, "Seventy meters, enough to smash you into pieces."
Neal Thompson trembled as he looked up, his gaze crashing into Flossie’s cold and relentless eyes, and panic instantly spread throughout his body.
For some reason, he was just frightened.
"I’m still standing here because I’m lucky," Flossie’s voice was deep and dangerous, "Do you think her two fingers are worth my life?"
Every word and sentence carried a chill that pierced deep into the heart.
Neal Thompson’s eyes widened slightly as the last bits of panic spread from the depths of his eyes.
It’s true...
Two fingers can’t equal a life.
Staring at her blankly, Neal Thompson bit down on his teeth, his voice nearly powerless, "But you didn’t die, did you?"
But you didn’t die, did you?
The feeble voice kept asking that question.
But you didn’t die, and you’re standing here just fine, by what right do you maim someone else’s fingers?
You are safe and sound, and the other person made a mistake in a moment, as long as they genuinely repent, why can’t you forgive her?
Flossie was somewhat astonished.
Then came resignation, a mocking laugh, and sarcasm.
That’s right.
She was alive, but Mia Lawson had become disabled; was it now her fault?
At this thought, Flossie couldn’t help but be surprised and utterly baffled.
This line of thinking...
Was the dissent meant to be a joke?
In that moment, Flossie suddenly realized there were too many people like them in this world.
They naturally defended themselves, with thoughts that were extreme and ignorant, denouncing all the injustice in the world as if they were the Creator themselves.
And when facing these people, the biggest feeling you get is powerlessness.
That’s also why Flossie didn’t bother to reason with people; she usually resolved most issues by force or simply didn’t get involved at all.
She never reasoned with those who were unreasonable.
Looking at Neal Thompson before her, Flossie no longer had the mood to explain.
She let go of her grip.
Neal Thompson, momentarily powerless, felt his legs give away, and in the blink of an eye, he helplessly collapsed to the ground.
He fell hard, his whole body sprawling into the field.
As dusk fell, Neal Thompson’s figure stood out conspicuously in the field.
Flossie stood on the ridge, looking down at him from a high position, her tone ice-cold and piercing, "You are free to go and speak about my using a phone, use it as evidence that I broke Mia Lawson’s fingers, but I can assure you, your fate will be worse than Mia Lawson’s."
— End of Chapter 1052 —