The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Do You Still Wish To Die

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Regardless of what purpose Jeremiah sold her off for. Raylee was destined to spend the rest of her life in agonizing torment until her demise..

“What do I want to do?” Jeremiah snorted in derision, his handsome face flashing with a twisted smile. “You’ve seen everything in my collection room, haven’t you?”

“You know I saw it, but you pretend not to know. Do you think it’s fun to toy with me?” A hint of anger flashed in Raylee’s eyes. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality and asked with a shudder, “Are you planning to take my organs and keep them in the collection room?”

Jeremiah didn’t deny it. Instead, he asked a spine–chilling question, “Do you want to know where my fiancées have gone?”

Without a second thought, Raylee blurted out, “You dissected them, removed their organs, and then preserved them in formalin! The multitude of glass jars in your collection room contain the organs of your fiancées! Jeremiah, you’re truly a disgusting and cruel freak. How can there be such a weirdo like you in this world?”

She couldn’t help but curse out loud, the mere thought of the items in the collection room made her feel so nauseated that “she felt like throwing up her dinner from the night before.

Jeremiah sat up straight, his face adorned with a smile that was laden with profound meaning.

He didn’t discuss the matters of the collection room with her, nor did her insults affect his mood

He headed to the dining area, prepared a glass of lemonade, and placed it on the table in front of Raylee.

“Ray–Ray, you know, I’ve had my eyes on you in District Nine Prison for a long time.”

His tone was exceptionally gentle, exuding the charm of a refined gentleman, yet his words carried an unsettling chill that pierced the air.

“You’ve had your eyes on me for a very long time?”

Raylee’s gaze locked onto Jeremiah in stunned disbelief.

To her, he resembled a predator–relentless and ready to devour, leaving no path for e

escape.

What did it feel like to be targeted by a psychopath?

A bone–deep coldness crept over her, spreading from the crown of her head throughout her entire being, making every inch of her body tremble.

The atmosphere felt oppressively stifling, as though the very air had turned against her, rendering even the act of breathing

an arduous task.

Jeremiah’s piercing gaze bore into her with unwavering intensity. His pupils, strikingly clear, contrasted sharply with the darkness emanating from within him. His face, undeniably handsome, was a mask hiding something far more sinister.

“Yes, I’ve had my eyes on you for a very long time. I’m well aware that you possess a rare Rh–negative blood type, and I also know you were once the test subject labeled No. 008, commonly referred to as… a lab mouse.”

Raylee’s thoughts abruptly transported her to that harrowing time when she was subjected to the treatment of an experimental subject, causing her emotions to spiral uncontrollably.

She knocked over the lemonade in front of her and shouted, “Stop it! Shut up! Just shut up!”

Back then, whenever the effects of the medicine surged through her, the unbearable, searing pain would consume her body. forcing agonized screams from her lips.

The foreign doctor, donned in a white lab coat, would angrily demand her to shut up.

Those words had seared themselves into her memory, haunting her like an unrelenting nightmare.

Jeremiah observed the spilled lemonade, a flicker of displeasure crossing his otherwise composed face. “What’s this? You

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Chapter 92 Do You Still Wish To Die

Despite his words, he crouched down to gather the shards of glass, ensuring they wouldn’t harm her.

Raylee forced herself to regain her composure.

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Looking at the shards of glass, she narrowed her eyes. In a swift motion, she grabbed one of the fragments and pressed it firmly against the artery in her neck.

“Turn this plane around immediately. I want to go home, or you’ll be left dealing with my corpse!” Raylee shouted fiercely at Jeremiah.