Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 374

In the factory in the eastern suburbs, gasoline and flour were being placed everywhere as Verian began to panic.

With Jean's current state of madness, maybe she wanted to perish along with everyone else…

A man in black who wore a face mask put a gun against Verian's forehead.

Feeling confident, Jean sat there and waited for Heaton and Yandel to arrive to their deaths.

Half an hour later, the factory door was kicked open.

In the dimly-lit factory, a dazzlingly bright light shone in.

Verian squinted her eyes and watched two tall and sturdy men stride in against the light.

Heaton came to rescue her with her brother…

However, Verian was not excited. Instead, she felt very worried.

Jean must have been prepared and secured the perimeter, waiting so confidently for them to walk into her trap.

The gun’s metal muzzle that rested on her forehead was very cold and hard. She was afraid of it but even more so, she was afraid that Yandel and Heaton would die in vain.

"Rainie!"

As Heaton took a step forward, Jean held a dagger and pointed it at Verian's face.

She threatened him, "If you dare to take one more step forward, I might leave a mark on her face with the knife in my hand."

"Do you dare?!"

Heaton's eyes were full of anger. The feeling of being threatened with his weakness was very uncomfortable.

Jean sneered and provoked them. "Then you can try and test your luck."

Heaton gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly until the sound of his knuckles popping could be heard and they turned a pale white.

Jean deliberately slid the dagger gently against Verian's face to frighten Heaton and Yandel.

"This little face is so fair and tender. If I leave a scar, it won't look good. However...it reminds me too much of that b*tch Yannis whenever I look at it!"

Jean became angry, and the knife cut deeply into Verian's face!

"Argh!" Verian let out a cry of pain and tightly shut her eyes!

The dagger left a deep welt on her face!

Heaton's entire being was filled with cruelness and anger, the veins on his temples jutting out. When he felt himself losing control and wanting to rush forward, Yandel immediately grabbed him. "Calm down!"

Heaton's eyes turned red with anger, and he glared at her with gritted teeth. "Jean! F*cking stop!"

The hands and feet of his woman were tied as if she was a puppet. A gun was held against her forehead and her face had been cut deeply by a sharp dagger. The blood poured out and dripped onto Verian's collars. Seeing her wet collar, Heaton broke out in a cold sweat.

He wanted to smash Jean's body into pieces but at this moment, he could not make any movements. He could only be controlled by her!

Verian felt a great deal of pain, her tears spilling over. Heaton's heart trembled violently.

It seemed as if the knife had not hurt Verian's face but rather, had stabbed his heart severely.

Jean patted Verian's injured face with the knife and looked at Heaton's furious expression with a sneer. "Why? Do you feel sorry for her? Her face will be damaged if I make two more cuts...Tsk, what a beautiful face. It's so ugly now with so much blood all over it."

Yandel said icily, "Jean, if you want revenge, you can plot against me. I'm the one who schemed against the Soan family. It has nothing to do with Rainie! Let her go and I'll be your hostage! I'll escort you out of South City!"

"Yandel Soan, you're really a businessman. Do you think I don't know what the hell is going on in your mind! Would you be willing to be my hostage? Hmph, throw the 50 million bucks over!"

Yandel threw over the silver box he had brought with him.

Jean barked an order to the person she hired next to her, "Go open it and check!"