When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 The Fall of Wilson

“Is that so? Let’s see what will happen,” Amelia said calmly, secretly hoping for it.

If things really turned out that way, Marcelo’s contract with Wilson would be invalid.

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“Y–you bitch!” Wilson roared. “You don’t know what’s good for you. I’ll make you regret this!” Wilson roared, his heavy body lunging toward her like a charging boar.

Amelia slid to the side, swift and sharp, then kicked him hard right in the crotch.

“Arghhhh!” Wilson’s scream was so sharp it could break glass. His oversized body trembled violently.

Both hands clutched his groin, his face flushing purple with pain.

Standing tall, Amelia looked down at him. “Mr. Orren, you’re too old to be playing these dirty games. Maybe you should start taking care of your health.”

Then she calmly pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos of him rolling on the floor. “Hmm, I wonder what the headline would say,” she said with a faint smile. “How about ‘Famous Director Tries to Exploit Young Actress, Gets Kicked Where It Hurts Most?‘ Think it’ll make the news?”

Wilson was drenched in sweat, groaning in pain. Amid his pain, he managed to growl, “Amelia, you’ll pay for this! I’ll ruin your name! I’ll make Marcelo blacklist you!”

Clearly, Wilson had no idea what was really going on.

Amelia leaned closer and deliberately mocked him. “Oh no, you’ll tell Marcelo? I’m so scared.”

Wilson’s teeth clenched so tight his jaw trembled. Damn it, he just wanted a little treat, but it had backfired.

Amelia wasn’t a demoness walking on earth! She was far worse.

She looked weak, but her moves were brutal.

And Marcelo must have known what kind of woman Amelia was. Why else did he send Amelia to him?

Did he do this on purpose?

Wilson’s anger burned hotter. The pain in his groin grew sharper, sweat soaking his forehead.

“W–what do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Amelia crouched slightly, her voice icy. “What I want,” Amelia said coldly, “is justice. Three years ago, you drove the rookie actress to jump off a building. Last year, you drugged and delivered the college student to investors. And just last month, that young model tried to take her own life in your mansion. Should I list the rest? You’re filth.”

Her voice cut like a blade. She wasn’t just fighting back. She was taking out this trash for the industry.

Wilson froze, his fat trembling. “H–how do you know all this?”

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Chapter 31 The Fall of Wilson

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Amelia crouched, her gaze sharp as steel. “I know more. I ain’t some helpless lamb. I’m the hunter–the one you never saw coming. Every dirty thing you’ve done? I know it all. Believe me, I can make sure you rot in prison!”

Wilson’s face drained of color. Huge beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Amelia dialed the police. She had been recording everything since she walked in–proof of every word, every action.

Wilson was screwed. His good days were over.

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