They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Turner Felt Sorry For Lucy

“P–please… we really can’t eat anymore,” George pleaded, his voice trembling and choked with sobs. His cheeks were stuffed full of cake, cream spilling from the corners of his mouth and mixing with tears, leaving him looking utterly pathetic.

Lucy let out a cold laugh. “Begging now? Too late for that.” With a flick of her wrist, the butterfly knife in her hand struck precisely at the outer side of George’s thigh.

George screamed in agony, his legs giving out as he collapsed to the floor. The searing pain blurred his vision, but he dared not stop chewing the cake in his mouth, his muffled sobs barely audible.

The others, their faces pale with terror, mechanically shoved cake into their mouths. Cream smeared across their faces as silent tears carved streaks through the mess, their trembling hands betraying their desperation.

The room echoed with grotesque sounds–the chewing of cake, the gagging of those on the verge of vomiting, and the muffled sobs.

Lucy strolled leisurely around the room, butterfly knife in hand. Anyone who hesitated or disobeyed was met with a swift slash, her presence exuding an aura of merciless authority, like a grim reaper.

Turner watched this version of Lucy, feeling as though she was a stranger. The woman before him was nothing like the sweet, innocent girl he had first met a girl who had seemed as harmless as a little white rabbit.

He never thought that the rabbit’s innocence was merely a carefully crafted facade. In truth, she was more like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to exact ruthless revenge on anyone who dared harm her or Camila.

Lucy stood there, her gaze cold and unyielding. She watched them eat the cake as if admiring a flawless performance.

Only after they had eaten every last crumb and collapsed from exhaustion did she nod in satisfaction. She cast one last icy glance at the room–a silent warning–before turning and disappearing into the shadows.

Turner asked as they stepped out of the Reagon Hotel, “Lucy, do you have class this afternoon?”

Lucy replied coolly, “I’m busy.”

“You haven’t celebrated your birthday yet. I was thinking, if you’re free, you should come over to my place. I could throw you a small celebration,” he said earnestly.

Lucy glanced at him, her eyes meeting his sincere gaze.

She lowered her eyes and said, “No need.” With that, she turned to leave, but Turner grabbed her wrist tightly.

Frowning, she looked at him. “What now?”

“Lucy, why are you always so cold to me? Before, you were indifferent–maybe because you thought I was gay. But now? What’s the reason this time?”

Hearing his question, Lucy let out a bitter laugh in her heart. ‘Of course, it’s because there’s no future for us. Soon, I’ll be leaving the country with Camila and Mom.‘

She had never allowed herself to fall deeply into a relationship, to hand over her heart completely to a man. That kind of foolishness was for hopeless romantics.

After seeing what Camila had gone through, Lucy had vowed never to repeat the same mistakes, never to back herself into a corner. To her, love was nothing but a chemical reaction. Given time, all that passion would fade away.

She was convinced that once she was abroad, it wouldn’t take long for her feelings for Turner to disappear.

After all, the world was full of tall and handsome men. There were plenty of other options out there–Lucy kept telling herself this.

But, of course, she would never share these thoughts with Turner. Instead, she said lightly, “It was just a fling. Don’t overthink it.”

After a brief pause, she added, “Turner, you’d better not get too involved with me. You know I’m not a good person. I’ve killed someone, and the police might catch me soon. Staying close to me will only bring you trouble.”

She shook off Turner’s hand and walked away. She still had so much to do. Before leaving the country, she was going to deal with everyone who had hurt Camila. Even if she got caught, at least Camila wouldn’t have to fear those scumbags

anymore.

Turner watched her stubborn figure disappear into the distance, a pang of pain flashing in his eyes. “Ms. Jackson might mean the world to you, but you can’t throw your life away for her,” he murmured softly, his words carried away by the wind. ‘Lucy is such a bright and promising girl–smart, kind, and full of potential. Why does she have to turn herself into a cold- blooded killer? If her crimes are ever exposed, it’ll be the end of her, he thought to himself.

Turner had so much he wanted to say to Lucy, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. She wouldn’t listen. To Lucy, Camila was more important than her own life. She was willing to sacrifice everything, even her own existence, for

Chapter 180 Turner Fell Sorry For Lucy Camila

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Lucy froze for a moment, a strange warmth stirring in her heart. But she didn’t sue around

Turner had no idea that next year, on this very day, he’d never get the chance to keep kis promise

From that day on, life seemed to get back to normal. Every day after school, twoy would go starts to the Re There, she acted like a strict supervisor, making sure the group in the VP room as the day care

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Without these facilities, the group would have had to eat, drink, and go to the batheson in te same voce the room would have quickly become a disgusting, unlivable mess.

For the group, the month was nothing short of hell. Day after day, they were forced to ex cke unit they felt sex

If anyone dared to throw up, Lucy’s cold, merciless gaze would force them to swallow it back down. The few of her weath kept them silent, even as their bodies rebelled.

Each person had to consume an entire five–tier cake every day. Under such relentless toment, ther bodies baloones visibly, like inflating balloons.

The women, including Patricia and the red–dressed lady, who once flaunted their slender figures and enviable cures, res obsessed with their beauty,

But within just a month, their weights shot up dramatically, and their once prized figures were coined

Stretch marks, like jagged scars, spread across their skin, grotesque and unrelenting. The women who once lived for beauty now avoided mirrors, unable to face what they’d become.