The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 319

“You want us to kill Theodore Stapleton’s wife? Are you trying to get us killed even faster?” Hunter clenched his fists, ready to attack Chasel again.

“What’s the alternative? Let her go?” Chasel smirked. “She’s seen all your faces. Do you really think she won’t have her husband hunt you down?”

“I’m going to kill you first!” Hunter grabbed Chasel by the collar.

“This card has three hundred thousand in it!” Chasel yelled.

“What are you talking about?”

“You have two options. Help me kill her and take the money, or kill me and then wait for Theodore to kill you.”

Hunter gritted his teeth, then punched Chasel in the face and snatched the card from his hand.

“If the money isn’t there when this is over, you know what will happen to you.”

Chasel wiped a smear of blood from his mouth. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to die either.”

He turned to Penelope, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Penelope, you’re finally in my hands.”

Penelope had been waiting for Chasel to show his face. Now, he was here.

“Extortion, kidnapping, and murder. Are you trying to spend the rest of your life in prison, Chasel?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care, as long as you die before I do.”

“Have you forgotten who I am?”

“You’re going to say you’re Theodore’s wife, Mrs. Stapleton Jr. That might scare them, but it doesn’t scare me.”

“I am Penelope Laurier.”

“Heh. So?”

Hunter looked down at the knife at his throat. It wasn’t large or particularly sharp, but he knew this woman was more than capable of using it to kill him. She had a ruthless streak that was impossible to miss.

“Chasel, you son of a bitch!” he growled.

Not only had he not told him who this woman was, but he’d also failed to mention that she was a predator, not prey.

Chasel didn’t care about Hunter’s life. “What are you waiting for? Get her!” he yelled at the other thugs.

“Bastard!” Hunter roared, his veins bulging. “Get him first! Beat the hell out of him!”

His men obeyed. They descended on Chasel, their fists flying.

Chasel crumpled to the ground. He looked up at Penelope, who was watching him with cold, unforgiving eyes.

“Remember this place, Penelope? It’s your old home.”

He grinned, a bloody mess. “I remember coming here once and seeing my uncle string you up from the ceiling fan and beat you. You were a pathetic sight. Look up. That’s the fan, right there. Does it bring back memories?”