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His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 315

The howling wind brought with it a piercing cold. Jacqueline only had threadbare clothes to begin with, so she wasn't exactly resistant to the cold. Now that she was trussed up mid-air and tormented by the freezing wind, it was likely that she would eventually succumb to hypothermia.

Thus, when they had flown for about 30 minutes, Lawrence intended to tell Stephen it was time to let her go. Jacqueline might not make it if this continued.

"Does Mr. Jacobson want her dead?" Lawrence thought to himself. He couldn't help but shoot hesitant glances at Stephen.

He wasn't hesitating out of pity for Jacqueline. In his opinion, the torment Jacqueline was enduring was nothing in comparison to the atrocities she had done. Jacqueline was undoubtedly a monster with blood on her hands, but it wouldn't look good on Stephen if she were to die in his hands.

After all, he had Ralph and Rowena to answer to if that were to come to pass.

Stephen remained expressionless, showing no intention of showing any mercy.

Frankly, Lawrence had no idea what Stephen was thinking. He knew that Stephen valued Tessa a great deal. So, he didn't doubt that Stephen would torture Jacqueline to death just to avenge Tessa.

Still, how was he going to explain things to Ralph and Rowena if he gave in to his impulses?

Jacqueline was still considered a Jacobson even though she was adopted, and it didn't help that Rowena had always spoiled her rotten.

If events in the past were to be taken into account, it would be a no-brainer to say that Ralph and Rowena would want Jacqueline to be handed to the authorities, no matter what crimes she had committed.

As time passed, Lawrence began to assume that Stephen was going to ensure that Jacqueline would die on this frigid night.

To his surprise, Stephen gave him a signal the very next second.

Lawrence instantly understood his orders and spoke into his walkie-talkie. "That's enough. You can stop."

The helicopter slowly descended.

Jacqueline had turned a bluish-purple from the cold. Her lips were a blue so dark that they were nearly black. Her lashes and hair were also covered with a layer of frost.

She lay motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

Stephen intoned coldly, "Find a medic. I don't want her to die so easily."

"Yes, Mr. Jacobson," Lawrence answered respectfully.

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