Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl (Pearl and Richard) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 

Bitterness overwhelmed Pearl as she didn’t expect Hanzel to go to such lengths. 

She had always considered Hanzel as more of a fanboy, lacking the kind of romantic affection that a man might feel for a woman. But now, she wasn’t so sure anymore, given his current actions. 

“Come on, Hanzel. Get up and go. I’ll be fine on my own.” 

Shaking his head, Hanzel endured the repeated painful punches on his back, the pain causing blood to trickle from his l*ps. 

“I’ll never leave you alone here. I want to be with you, and I won’t abandon you…” 

Abby crawled back to her feet, gritting her teeth in hatred because of Hanzel protecting Pearl. “How dare you kick me, Hanzel! You’re well aware of the situation between Pearl and Richard, yet you still cling to her. Disgusting!” 

“Let Pearl go, Abby, or my family won’t let you off the hook.” Hanzel looked up, trying to speak despite his weakened state. 

But his weak voice only amused Abby, grinning from ear to ear. “How ridiculous! Do I look like I’m afraid of death? Don’t blame me if I do something to you today, Hanzel.” 

With a nod, Abby signaled to Louis and Wilhem. “You guys did well. Just wait over there. I’ll transfer your money after I’m 

done with them.” 

Both Louis and Wilhem were the models of humble flattery now. They were over the moon because of her promise of their 

reward. 

“Okay, take your time. We’ll wait over there.” 

After turning around and noticing Hanzel stubbornly lying atop Pearl with no intention of letting go, Abby was consumed by sudden rage. She raised her dagger and stabbed Hanzel in the shoulder. 

“Ah!” Hanzel cried out in agony as the intense pain coursed through his b*dy, causing him to curl up and eventually lose 

consciousness. 

Pearl’s eyes welled up with tears. “This is Hanzel, Abby. You’re so cruel!” 

“What’s the big deal? Anyone who stops me from killing you must die. Get it?” Abby pulled the dagger out of Hanzel’s shoulder and wiped the blood from it with her handkerchief. 

“Okay, it’s your turn now. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this day? I want to see you dead so badly…” 

As Abby raised her hand, a stone struck her wrist. Instinctively, she released her grip, and the dagger clattered to the floor. 

“Who’s there?” Abby looked at the door with vigilance, but she saw no one there. When she turned back, she spotted Richard standing in the distance, his expression cold.