Chapter 182 This Is Not Pampering, This Is Love

The sharp tip of the knife pierced through the man’s black shirt inch by inch until a ‘poof’ sound was heard and Verian Mont’s fingers went stiff! She knew that the sound was the sound of the knife piercing flesh! She forgot to struggle, but Heaton Fudd was still holding her hand and pierced the knife into his chest. His black eyes, however, were looking at her deeply. “Riana, if you really want me to pay with my life, you need to do it with more strength.” Verian Mont’s face went pale and she stared at him with red eyes as tears trembled in the socket of her eyes. Her fingers also followed suit and started to tremble. “Heaton Fudd, I have been setting you up, including leading you to Regent Island...” Tears dropped pit-pattering from her eye sockets and onto the back of Heaton Fudd’s hand which she was holding. The man frowned, looked at her with his burning black eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, “So, you really want me to die?” “I... Yes.” However, it was just that one time.