Her Revenge Returns (Lea and Alfred)

So, it seemed Christian still had a lot of trust in Matilda

Lea just gave a little nod.

After they wrapped up their late–night supper, Christian went to sleep, and

went to sleep, and Lea followed suit.

The next day, Lea pretended to head to school but ditched and went straight to the hospital instead, with Lorrand leading her to Chandler’s ICU

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Chandler was in critical condition, barely clinging to life.

“You got things to do. I’ll stick around here,” Lea said as she walked into the ICU and closed the door behind her

With other patients desperately needing his attention, Larrand got back to work.

Approaching the bed. Lea took in the sight of Chandler. His face was grotesquely swollen, his skin an eerie shade of bluish–purple, with a jagged wound across his forehead and one eye nearly hanging out.

His injuries were horrifying–his abdomen was torn open, and both legs were shattered. He was struggling to breathe, just barely hanging on Hearing footsteps, Chandler painfully lifted his eyelids. Through his blurred vision, he barely made out a figure and weakly called for help

Lea knew what he needed and quickly administered a shot. Within moments, he was alert and regaining consciousness.

As his vision cleared, he saw a “doctor” standing before him.

“Help…” he croaked.

Lea moved closer, her face coming into sharp focus as she removed her mask.

Chandler’s eyes bulged with horror, his words lodged in his throat.

He’d harmed countless girls, but Lea’s face was unforgettable. Not just strikingly beautiful, she was the only victim who had ever drugged and escaped from his grip.

She hadn’t just escaped; she had turned the tables on him and exposed his deeds with the help of Helen.

Chandler and his buddies had nearly drained their life savings, working with the Berry family to mitigate the disaster.

But now, looking into her eyes, cold and sharp as scalpels, he realized they had never truly escaped. His current dire situation with Shawn was all her doing

Bit by bit, she had dismantled their lives, dragging them deep into the abyss.

Now, the stunning face before him seemed like a demonic entity from hell, a grim reaper come to claim their souls.

His breath was weak, his words barely audible, stuck in his throat.

“Surprised“” Lea smirked, her expression a storm of rage.

In a past life, Chandler and Shawn had raped her, led her to her death, and doomed her to a lifetime of oppression.

“What you assholes did back then, you should’ve seen this day coming,” she said, her voice silky but laced with venom.

Chandler’s head twitched, a feeble attempt to deny the inevitable.

They’d dominated the entertainment industry for far too long, preying on naive, young girls who entered the scene without a clue. The girls‘ entire future in the industry, their chance to break out, was cruelly manipulated by these scumbags.

They never anticipated a downfall like this, which was why they had acted with such reckless abandon. But now, their empire was crumbling. thoroughly and decisively. And he could feel it–the end was near.

Without the shot of medication Lea had administered, Chandler’s thoughts wouldn’t even be this clear. He slowly closed his eyes, resigned to his

Compared to what they had done, deaths seemed merciful. Life had become torture, each breath a painful struggle. Death seemed like a sweet release, a desperate escape from this agony.

“You think it’s over? Lea cut through his resignation, forcing him to pry his eyes open once more.

“Everyone in your precious industry is all about fame, right? Well your criminal anties have been trending at the top for over ten hours now,” she continued, her tone nonchalant.

“People you’ve crushed, abused, and silenced are now united online, hungry for your downfall, she stated matter–of–factly. The big shots–singers, actors, directors, agents, investors–everyone is out for justice. Even the newcomers are stepping up, claiming their rights and fighting to make names for themselves”

Chandler’s eyes reflected sheer despair. He knew the game too well, understood exactly how dire the situation had become.

“Since last night, the stocks of Star Entertainment have plummeted repeatedly. You, Shawn, and your company are drowning in lawsuits, and they’re sull mounting. Lea explained, her voice grave. “Next up? Bankruptcy and a mountain of debt.”

“Even if you died, those debts would cling to your family. They’d inherit nothing but your financial disasters because all their money is tied to you” she continued. They would end up penniless, destitute.

“You’ve got two wives, right? And a lover who just bore your child six months ago, she probed. “So, you’ve got five kids, right? Your eldest is nearly thirty, married already. Then there’s the baby, just six months old, and another kid in elementary school. The others are scattered around different

school”

“They’re all living large abroad, basking in the luxuries of your wealth. But what happens to them if all that wealth evaporates?” she pressed.

Chandler’s body stiffened and trembled. He wasn’t scared for himself, but the thought of his family’s future left him shaking. He tried to speak, but all that came out were sobs.

Lea’s eyes narrowed, a fierce look in them. “You think this is the end?” she questioned, her voice low,

“I’ll talk to your family about donating your organs, then we’ll strip you of everything–corneas, heart, liver, the whole shebang. And hey, even your limbs; there’s some experimental limbs transplant stuff happening,” she added, her words cutting through the air like ice.

“The leftovers! We’ll keep them in the hospital for further experiments. You might as well be dead without a body, right?” she concluded, her tone chilling.

Suddenly, the EKG machine beeped frantically, and Chandler shook uncontrollably on the bed. He was terrified

Lea quickly grabbed a vial of medicine from the side and injected him with another shot.

Just then, Lorrand and a couple of medies barged in through the door.

“Do everything you can to help him,” Lea commanded.

Lorrand simply nodded–it was his duty, after all, in the hospital

Lea stepped out of the room, but as she looked up, she froze

There was Alfred, standing by the observation window, his presence commanding. His black shirt added an extra layer of intensity. Seeing her, he turned and began walking towards her.

Lea watched him approach, her fingers involuntarily curling into fists. When has he arrived? Did he witness everything I have done inside! And how much of our conversation has he overheard? What would he think of me now? Would he see me as cold and merciless, lacking any trace of charm? Would he still accept me for who I truly am?

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