His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 157

Lawrence instructed his subordinates to carry Jacqueline out and throw her onto the ground.

Then, Tessa saw the man take a thick rope and tie Jacqueline's hands together, securing the other end of the rope to the frame beneath the helicopter.

Tessa vaguely guessed Stephen's intentions, her eyes widening in shock. She had never seen such a ruthless side of Stephen before.

A few minutes later, the helicopter started its engine and took off.

Just as Tessa had suspected, Jacqueline was suspended in the air by the helicopter, dangling high above the ground.

On the snowy winter night, the howling northwestern wind was bone-chillingly cold. Even standing on the ground in thick clothing was unbearably cold, let alone being suspended in midair. The higher she went, the stronger the wind became.

Jacqueline, wearing thin clothing and already vulnerable to the cold, would likely lose body heat and die from exposure before long.

Tessa was a bit frightened. It wasn't because she felt sorry for Jacqueline. After all, Jacqueline was as ruthless as a viper, with blood on her hands. Compared to the cruel things she had done to innocent people, this punishment was nothing.

Tessa was simply shocked to see this cold-blooded and merciless side of Stephen, a side so different from the gentle and doting man she knew. The contrast was almost surreal.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Tessa came back to her senses and turned to look at the man beside her.

"Stephen, will… will she die?"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"You…" Tessa hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Stephen tightened his grip on her hand. "What is it? Are you afraid of me now?"

Tessa pressed her lips together, lowering her gaze without answering.

Stephen placed both hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. He looked into her eyes and spoke seriously, "Tess, this is another side of me. Cold, ruthless, and merciless."

Tessa's bright, clear eyes showed a hint of unease, and her brows furrowed slightly. "I… I've never seen this side of you before…"

Lawrence thought Stephen intended to let Jacqueline die on this snowy, freezing night. However, in the next second, Stephen gestured to him.

Lawrence understood immediately and spoke into his walkie-talkie, "That's enough. Bring her down."

The helicopter began to descend slowly. Stephen took Tessa's hand and led her toward the helicopter.

Tessa's heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and fear.

As they got closer, Tessa saw that Jacqueline's face had turned purple from the cold. Her lips were black, eyelashes and hair covered in a layer of ice and snow.

Jacqueline lay on the ground, completely still, as if lifeless.

"Is she… Is she dead?" Tessa asked fearfully, subconsciously taking two steps back.

"Don't be afraid, Tess. She probably just passed out from the cold. There are professional medical staff at the base. I won't let her die so easily." Stephen steadied Tessa.