Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436 Tabatha, Come Here! 

Why though? 

Everything was clearly moving in a positive direction! 

“Clap, clap…” Applause echoed through the empty mountains, piercing yet clear. 

I looked towards the source of the sound, it wasn’t anyone else, it was Ezra, who had originally left with the delivery team. He was standing not far away at that moment, the sound made by his distinctively jointed hands was so piercing. 

“Tabatha, thank you for killing him for me.” He smirked, his laughter devilishly charming, “All these years, I’ve been thinking about how to kill this cop who’s been wasting my food. I didn’t expect you to take the trouble off my hands.” 

I furrowed my brows, staring at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying. 

“Father!” A deep, roaring voice suddenly came, a voice that was long- lost yet familiar. 

My breath hitched sharply as I turned around, only to see Stanley rushing over from outside the electric fence, and a sorrowful Walter, his gaze fixed intently on Michael beside me, who had already stopped breathing, panting heavily. 

Seconds later, he looked at me, his gaze falling on the hand in which I held the curved knife. He seemed as if struck by lightning, looking at me in disbelief, his voice hoarse with despair. “Tabatha…” 

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In just a few seconds, I finally realized what Ezra’s words meant earlier. 

Trap, everything was a trap, the game had been set up since I arrived at the border, just waiting for this moment. 

I hastily withdrew my hand, looking at Walter shaking his head. I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t as he saw, but my hands were covered in Michael’s blood. Only I was here with Michael, from everyone’s arrival, I was the only one by Michael’s side before, and there were Ezra’s words just now. 

Seeing Michael, no, he should be called Elliott, who had already stopped breathing, Walter almost didn’t care about the electric grid, desperately trying to break through it. Thankfully, Stanley desperately stopped him. 

Once touched, that electric grid would electrocute you to death. 

Realizing all this, I looked at Ezra. He was looking at me, his thin lips indifferent, his dark eyes still cold, but the color of his smugness was particularly glaring. 

Meeting my gaze, he slightly curved his lips, carrying a hint of sarcasm, as if to say, see, all of you are under my control. 

Sorrow and anger made me desperately want to kill Ezra at that moment. I pulled out the curved knife embedded in Elliott’s chest and charged at Ezra like a madman. 

But before I could reach him, I was held back by Sebastian behind him. Seeing my anger, Ezra said, “Let go!” 

These words were addressed to Sebastian. Sebastian frowned, puzzled, 

“Sir!” 

“Let her go!” Ezra spoke again. 

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Sebastian let go of me, and I tightly gripped the curved knife in my 

hand, stabbing at him without a moment’s hesitation. But in the end, I had overestimated myself. 

Before the curved blade could touch him, I was stopped by him. He seized the hand I was holding the knife with, and turned me around to encircle me in his arms, holding me tightly. He lowered his voice and whispered in my car, “Tabatha, if you kill me, these people won’t survive.” 

The people he referred to, of course, were Walter and his group.