Chapter 474 Serving Revenge


    Inside the hospital building, Lana appeared to have sensed something, for she looked up in suspicion.


    “Lana, someone’s here!” her twin warned.


    Snarling, Lana shed Wynter a savage look as she seethed, “I sense a heavenly presence in the air!


    You summoned help! You lied to us!” She looked maniacal. “You lied to us, just like the others!”


    She reached out to strangle Wynter, but her fingers had only just grazed Wynter’s neck when she


    stopped.


    Wynter did not hide. She stood facing Lana and said tly, “If you can’t remember the person’s face,


    take your pick between non–celebrity guests one and three.”


    “What?” Lana was baffled.


    Wynter’s gaze darkened. “I told you I’d show you how grown–ups y their games. Since the person


    you seek vengeance on is unlikely to be among the celebrity guests, he could only be one of the two


    non- celebrity men here.


    “Between number one and three, I’d say thetter looks more menacing.” In a voice that was clear and


    calm, she continued, “He’s middle–aged and looks like he could be a father.


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    “I wasn’t sure at first. But now that my acquaintance is here, I suppose I can let you take your revenge.”


    Lana froze. “Revenge?”


    Wynter’s gaze fell on Lana as she reached out to touch thetter as if she couldfort the twins.


    Resolve your grudge and go into the light. You could have your revenge or have him apologize on his


    knees. I can make either one happen.”


    Lana gaped at her, looking somewhat endearing. “So you weren’t lying to us?”


    “Of course not,” Wynter answered with a small chuckle. “The person who just came into the building is


    of


    great help to me.


    “Without him, I wouldn’t be able to exact vengeance for you. Now that he’s here, he can help cover up


    my


    tracks while I work.”


    There were shadows under Lana’s eyes. “Can we really have our revenge?”


    Wynter gently gripped Lana’s shoulders and spun her to face the window. “You can. Now, take your


    pick. Let me win this game after the story ends, okay?”


    Meanwhile, the other guests listened in on the conversation.


    Having witnessed such strange events, Oliver was about to ask Tobias if Wynter was out of her mind to


    want the story to continue.


    Half of the guests had already passed out from fear. Joshua and Horace faltered at once after Wynter


    had urged Lana to choose one of them to exact vengeance on.


    However, Horace made his move first. He suddenly pulled Oliver to his feet and hissed, “Don’t pick me!


    I don’t know anything about that damned washing machine you speak of! Come near me and I’ll kill


    him!”


    He had a scalpel in his hand. No one, not even Oliver, had noticed this.


    Oliver had chosen Horace as his partner in hopes that he would do the dirty work by solving all the


    clues. After all, with his unassuming countenance, Horace made for an easy target.


    Oliver certainly never expected to be held at knifepoint! He nched as blood seeped out from the thin


    cut on his neck. At the sight of this, Wynter raised a brow in amusement.


    Tobias urged, “Put the knife down!”


    “Enough!” Horace roared, tightening his grip on Oliver. “This piece of shit has been giving me orders


    since the start of the game, and I’m sick of it!”


    Oliver pleaded, shuddering. “Hey, buddy. Let’s talk things out! I’m sorry for what I did!”


    “Sorry? You weren’t sorry when you snatched my shlight!” Horace snorted. “I escaped and stumbled


    onto this set, not knowing that you’d be filming a show here.


    “You were so full of yourself when you mocked me. Well, look at you now, hotshot!”


    With that, he kicked Oliver, his fury evident.