Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 123

She hadn't eaten a thing since dozing off last night, and right now, she was starving.

"Darryl, prepare dinner."

Darryl bowed respectfully. "Yes, sir."

Half an hour later, dinner was ready. Margaret was so hungry she flopped into her seat and dug into the meat, fork moving nonstop.

Walter, watching from the side, was blown away.

Wow, she can eat like a horse!

Her palate's totally brutal!

How is she even able to stomach that bloody steak?

And she's low-key loving every bite...

The meal lasted a full hour.

She'd just finished eating when a subordinate walked in to report.

"Mr. Mohler, the two assassins in the basement have no pulse or breathing—they're dead!"

Margaret and Andrew reacted calmly, as if they'd expected this outcome.

Walter, though, was stunned. Dead?

"How'd they die? Did you guys do something?" he asked.

The subordinate shook his head. "Dr. Eberhart, we didn't lay a finger on them."

Now Walter was really confused.

He turned to Margaret, completely bewildered. "Ms. Tucker, how did they die?"

Did she secretly drug them or something?

Margaret's expression stayed calm—even hearing about their deaths didn't stir any emotion in her. She said coldly, "Those two scared themselves to death."

"Scared themselves to death?"

Walter still didn't get it, his brows furrowed tight.

Then suddenly his face paled. It was like a lightbulb went off in his head, and a chill swept over his entire body!

He got it now!

Those two really had scared themselves to death!

Earlier, when Margaret had them blindfolded and threatened to slash their wrists to make them bleed out—all of that was planting seeds of fear in their minds.

Grazing their wrists with the back of the knife and using the sound of dripping water to mimic blood—everything was a trick to make the assassins believe they were actually bleeding out!

Trapped in total darkness, in that cold, dead silence, all they could hear was the dripping sound. They'd thought it was their own blood, and their fear had grown bigger and bigger, eating them alive!

Nothing could be more terrifying than dying from your own fear!

She's just as ruthless as Andrew, that dark, messed-up guy.

In that kind of environment—when you were all alone in the world—even the tiniest bit of fear got amplified a million times!

It was after that test that Margaret's heart had turned as cold and hard as stone!

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Now that he understood everything, Walter looked at Margaret with lingering fear. He couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Tucker, how did you come up with such a cruel, mind-breaking method? It's terrifying."

Walter thought if someone did that to him, he'd definitely scare himself to death too.

This method was cold-blooded and twisted!

What kind of sick, cold-hearted person could think of something like this?

But when faced with his question, Margaret couldn't have cared less. She shrugged casually. "Is this method twisted? I know over a hundred that are way worse. Why, Dr. Eberhart—you wanna hear about 'em?"

Walter shut up immediately.

My bad, never mind!

Walter's hands and feet went cold. He shook his head frantically. "Ahem, Ms. Tucker—no, I don't!"

Seeing Walter get scared, Margaret looked a little bored. She turned to Andrew beside her, grinning. "Andrew, you wanna know?"

Andrew's reaction was the total opposite of Walter's. His eyes lit up with interest. "Maggie, I'd love to hear them."

A thrilled smile tugged at Margaret's lips, like she'd finally found someone who shared her hobby. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.