?Chapter 239:


    A look of puzzlement shed across Phillip’s features at Kelvin’s exaggerated statement. “What the hell?”


    “Even I know about the leader’s love story. Only I remain in the dark. Seems that being out on missions made me isted,” Kelvin continued, his feigned sadness evident.


    All the while, the needles continued to pierce Jimena’s skin, prolonging the torture.


    Phillip gave Kelvin a yful pat. “Enough. Stop pretending. No one’s going to tell you Mr. Scott’s love story.”


    Kelvin only said those words to hear the tales of Sean’s love story from Phillip. With his manly physique and gentle appearance, Kelvin had stolen countless naive women’s hearts.


    Norah inserted the needles into Jimena’s waist and stood up, pping her hands.


    When the oversized men’s T-shirt was lifted to Jimena’s waist, the lower half of her body was revealed, d in ck underwear. Her waist was visibly covered in deep needle marks.


    After Norah mentioned sewing Jimena’s mouth shut, Jimena dared not utter a word, afraid that Norah would actually bring the needle to her lips and sew them shut using hair as thread.


    Having witnessed Norah’s brutal methods before, Jimena was genuinely scared. She had spotted Jack lying on the ground and felt a pang of pain at the sight of the bullet wounds on his body.


    She felt that Norah and her group were merciless and bold, daring to attack Jack, the supposed leader of the gang in the East Zone.


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    “Done with the needles now. The next? The dagger, of course.” Norah pulled out a dagger and brandished it in front of Jimena. “Let me see… Where shall I start?”


    Overwhelmed by dread, Jimena lunged forward with her uninjured hand, clutching desperately at Norah’s leg. “Miss, I… I made a mistake. Please, let me go and I’ll change! I promise. I’ll change everything. Please, I beg you,” she pleaded.


    Norah bent down and grabbed Jimena’s neck, squeezing it tightly. “So what if you btedly realize your mistake? I am not patient enough to wait for the day when you be a changed person.”


    Having been tortured by Jack’s associates under Jimena’s abetting, Alice had made her stance clear—that Jimena and Jack should meet miserable demises right after being tortured.


    “I will not waste a single bullet on you. Alice has wounds. So you’ll get a simr treatment.”


    Norah lifted Jimena by the neck and gestured for a while before finally deciding to make cuts in the same ces as Alice’s wounds. The sharp de of the dagger sliced mercilessly through Jimena’s flesh, causing blood to immediately gush out.


    Norah watched the blood flow, and the madness in her eyes intensified. As a doctor, she knew exactly how much force to use and how deep to cut. She just had to avoid the major blood vessels so as not to cause a fatal hemorrhage that would lead to immediate death.


    Jimena could vividly feel the de cutting through her skin and piercing her flesh. It was so painful that she cried out in agony, “Ah! A devil! You’re a devil!” she eximed.


    “Not as bad as you,” Norah replied coldly. As she spoke, she drove the tip of the de two millimeters deeper and twisted it clockwise, causing Jimena’s face to contort in pain. Jimena’s limbs went limp, and she watched helplessly as Norah continued to torment her by cutting near her shoulder.


    Jimena continued to scream in agony. Listening to her cries, Jack’s body shook violently, terrified and feeling like he might throw up. His desire to run away was thwarted by the exhaustion caused by his wounds and the continued blood loss.


    “Help! No! Please! No more. I beg you! It hurts so much!” Jimena pleaded.


    “When Alice begged you like this, did you listen?” Norah’s clear and deep voice shattered Jimena’s vain hopes, and she was forced to endure the pain.


    “Norah, she’s so noisy,” Sean remarked indifferently.


    Norah paused for a moment, her gaze shifting to the fine needles on the table and then back to Jimena’s loudly crying mouth. “Very well then. How about I show you my excellent sewing skills?”


    The fear in Jimena’s eyes threatened to overflow. To Jimena, Norah was a devil, having pushed her into a living hell! She had stabbed her with needles and hurt her with the sharp dagger, plunging her into unbearable pain. Norah didn’t stop there. She even wanted to sew her mouth shut with a needle, silencing her cries of excruciating pain. What a horrible woman!


    The ordeal had pushed Jimena to her limit. The intense pain and blood loss made her dizzy. Not long after, she lost consciousness.


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