Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 240

"You... fix my arm right now!" Chloe screamed. She was genuinely terrified. What kind of freakish monster was Stella? How could a simple tap paralyze her entirely?

Stella smirked. "I could. But you're going to have to beg."

"Mom! Look at her! Make her fix it!" Chloe refused to surrender her pride to Stella, desperately hoping Miranda would step in.

"It doesn't matter who you cry to, Chloe. You have two choices: tell me exactly where you got that perfume, or beg me on your knees. Otherwise, in exactly thirty minutes, that arm is going to be permanently paralyzed. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Cowards like Chloe, who only preyed on the weak, were the easiest to break. It would be a waste not to terrify her a little.

As the elder, Miranda refused to lower herself to plead with a younger generation. Technically, she was Stella's stepmother. How could a stepmother beg her stepdaughter?

Instead, she turned to her panicked daughter. "Chloe, it's just a bottle of perfume! Tell her where you bought it!

If she manages to buy it, good for her. If she can't, it's not your problem. Do you really want to lose your arm over this?"

Chloe glared with tears in her eyes. "Fix my arm first, then I'll tell you."

"Not a chance. You're exactly like your mother—a liar with zero integrity. The second I fix it, you'll go back on your word."

Neither of them had a shred of credibility. They had manipulated and lied to her endlessly when she was a child, and ten years hadn't changed them a bit.

"You..."

"You..."

Both mother and daughter were so livid they were practically choking on their rage.

Her mouth was absolutely toxic!

But terrified that her arm really would rot and fall off after thirty minutes, Chloe spat out the truth. "I bought it from a senior at my university three months ago."

If Stella really wanted to leave, Miranda knew she wouldn't be able to physically stop her.

"Stop, don't go! He's in the finance department. His name is Zane Morton. I don't have his number memorized, but it's saved in my phone downstairs. Fix my arm, and I'll give it to you."

Chloe was genuinely terrified Stella would walk out. She couldn't understand how the pathetic, silent punching bag from their childhood had turned into this ruthless tyrant.

Knowing Chloe was too scared to play games now, Stella swiftly reached over and pulled a microscopic silver needle from the back of Chloe's right shoulder.

To Miranda, it simply looked like Stella had tapped her daughter's shoulder a second time.

She was utterly baffled. How could a light tap paralyze an arm, and another light tap cure it?

Chloe cautiously tested her arm, flexing her fingers. Relieved, she let out a loud, indignant "Hmph!" and stormed out of the room toward the stairs. And naturally, she kept a death grip on the bottle of perfume.

No matter what, she wasn't going to let Stella steal her most prized possession!