Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 222

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Chapter 222 The Unseen Trap

The maid felt a jolt of fear, her hand trembling slightly around the knife. “You… Ah!”

Before the maid could even register Amelia’s movements, she took a brutal kick straight to the chest.

Amelia didn’t give her a second to react. She grabbed her arm and yanked it down hard. With a sickening crack, the sound of bone snapping mixed with the maid’s agonizing scream pierced the air.

“Ah! My arm is broken! It hurts!”

“Suck it up! That’s only one arm!”

With that, Amelia tossed the rose on the ground, viciously crushing the petals under her heel. She grabbed the maid’s other arm and gave it a violent yank. The maid let out a shriek, only to realize her throat suddenly couldn’t make another sound.

“Your screaming is giving me a headache. I just dislocated both your arms. Do you really have to squeal like a slaughtered pig?”

Amelia picked her ear in annoyance, then grabbed her by the throat. “Right now, you just lost your voice. If you don’t tell me who sent you, this knife is going straight through your heart!”

The razor–sharp knife glinted menacingly as it slid back and forth across the maid’s cheek. Terrified and trembling uncontrollably, the maid let out frantic, muffled grunts.

Amelia threatened, “Nod if you want to tell the truth.”

The maid nodded like a maniac, terrified that Amelia would gut her if she hesitated for a second.

Satisfied with her compliance, Amelia slapped her hard across the face. The maid instantly burst into a roaring fit, “Why the hell did you hit me again… Wait, I can talk?!”

“Then start talking!”

Amelia held the knife right over her eye, scaring the maid into squeezing her eyes shut. “Evelyn Whitemon paid me five hundred grand to lock you in this room! I don’t know anything else!”

“Evelyn?” Amelia slowly spat out the name, her eyes freezing over.

Looks like the Sterling’s foster daughter is a real piece of work!

Evelyn’s sudden return to the country was already shady. She’s definitely hiding a bigger conspiracy, and

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there’s no way I’m believing she isn’t connected to that guy Ace.

The maid cautiously opened her eyes and begged, “Ms. Bennett, can you let me go now?”

Amelia snapped out of her thoughts and flashed a sweet smile. “Of course… not!”

Thump!

Amelia delivered a clean karate chop to the back of the maid’s neck, knocking her out cold instantly.

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It was dead quiet, save for the faint chatter of the socialites in the distance. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.

Amelia quickly dragged the maid into the studio, shut the door, and stood quietly in the corner, waiting.

The footsteps stopped right at the door. Whoever it was stood outside, in no rush to enter.

Right at that moment, Amelia suddenly felt a burning heat in her chest. Her throat went dry, her skin felt like it was on fire, and completely inappropriate, X–rated images started flashing in her brain.

F*ck! That dead b*tch spiked the juice! How did I not taste it?!

Amelia glared furiously at the woman stuffed into the cardboard box, wishing she could drag her out and beat her to a pulp right now.

With a creak, the studio door pushed open. A man walked in, scanning the room, and said in a highly annoyed tone, “Stop hiding. I know you’re in here. Come out, my love.”

It’s that psycho Ace!

Amelia was standing right behind Ace. The overwhelming stench of alcohol radiating off him made her want to throw up.

How much did he f*cking drink?!

Hearing no response, Ace stumbled drunkenly toward the cardboard boxes. Amelia instantly flipped off the lights, found her opening, and kicked him hard from behind.

Unfortunately, she underestimated his reflexes. She missed the kick, and he dodged, grabbing her ankle instead.

“Oh, so you like playing cat and mouse! Hahahaha!”

Ace let out a psychotic laugh. He yanked Amelia’s leg hard, trying to pull her into his arms, but

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