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    Hunger was a universal weakness, and as long as Harlee craved sustenance, Lindsay had a way to exploit her.


    Lindsay held up a steaming bowl of fragrant noodles and waved it tantalizingly.


    “Hungry? Beg me, and I might share.”


    Nyomi, pale from blood loss and struggling to stay conscious, turned her head with great difficulty to re at Lindsay.


    “Miss Morgan, let Miss Sanderson go.”


    “Old hag! You still have the energy to talk, huh?” Lindsay sneered. Without hesitation, she pulled a dagger from her waist and drove it into Nyomi’s thigh.


    Blood spattered from the wound, some of itnding in the noodles Lindsay held.


    With cruel delight, she stirred the blood into the dish and sneered at Harlee.


    “What do you think of the noodles now? Doesn’t it smell even more delicious with this old hag’s blood?”


    Harlee’s heart tightened as she watched Nyomi’s worsening state. It was clear that Nyomi was barely holding on.


    Harlee suppressed her worry, knowing that showing concern might provoke Lindsay into even greater cruelty.


    But she couldn’t just do nothing. Nyomi wouldn’t survive much longer without help.


    Desperate, Harlee devised a distraction.


    “Lindsay, I’m curious—how did you manage to convince Hale to help you?”


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    The question worked. Lindsay, intrigued and eager to gloat, turned her full attention away from Nyomi. She let out a dark, triumphantugh, relishing her perceived brilliance.


    “Convince Hale? Someone like him doesn’t take orders from anyone!” Lindsay’s voice dripped with pride as sheunched into a detailed exnation. She described how she had feigned surrender while secretly manipting Hale to serve her purposes.


    “Anyone who opposes me must face a miserable end! Harlee, once I take your life, Hale is next!”


    Her expression twisted into sinister madness.


    “Hale actually drugged me with the Bloodthirstiness Pill! But I’ll make sure he experiences a fate worse than death!”


    Harlee’s mind raced as she caught the critical detail.


    Bloodthirstiness Pill?


    It suddenly clicked for Harlee. So, Hale had ess to such a destructive creation. That exined Lindsay’s sudden violent and erratic behavior—her bloodlust, fury, and heightened aggression.


    Harlee hadn’t anticipated that a member of the pharmaceutical team she had dismantled years ago had managed to escape and continue their work in secret.


    Abruptly, Lindsay’s face twisted into a deranged grin. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, white pill.


    “You deserve to endure the same agony I have!”


    Lindsay lunged forward, attempting to force the pill into Harlee’s mouth.


    “Die, Harlee! Just die!”


    “Stop!” Amanding voice thundered from behind, freezing Lindsay in her tracks. The pill slipped from her grasp, falling into the grass below.


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