Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 877

Still unsatisfied, Daisy drove the blade completely through the back of his hand, pinning it to the floor.

Even though she was terrified, the rush of adrenaline and his agonized shrieks fueled an intoxicating sense of revenge.

If murder wasn't a crime, she would have carved the sick bastard to pieces for what he did to her.

Looking at the pathetic, bleeding mess on the floor, she turned to Maeve with a fierce glint in her eyes.

"Do I qualify to ride with you now?"

Maeve saw the raw desperation and loyalty burning in her friend's gaze.

She should have known—anyone who pursued forensic pathology with such passion was no coward.

Before Maeve could answer, Benjamin Bright burst into the room with dozens of heavily armed guards.

"Maeve! Did you get the bastard?"

Ignoring Benjamin, she hauled The Clown up by his collar and stared dead into his eyes.

"Whose heart is beating inside Nancy Grover's chest?"

Barely clinging to consciousness, he spat out a bloody, defiant chuckle.

"So you're here to avenge that piece of trash..."

Benjamin closed the distance in three massive strides, drew back his arm, and cracked a vicious backhand across the man's jaw.

"Who the hell are you calling trash?"

He reared back to deliver a crushing kick, but Maeve caught his leg.

"Can't you see he's just trying to piss us off so we'll put him out of his misery?"

She viciously grabbed the steward's hair, wrenching his head back to maintain eye contact.

"Dying is a luxury you haven't earned yet."

"Your severed tendons, shattered teeth, and broken bones are just the interest on your debt."

"Care to guess what's going to happen to every single person who had a hand in Charlie's death?"

"So you won't tell me whose chest you ripped that heart out of?"

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