Chapter 83 No More Mercy
Chapter 83 No More Mercy
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Seizing the moment as Randall cried out in pain. Lily tore <b>herself </b>free and <b>grabbed </b>the potted nt from the side table. Without hesitation, she smashed it toward <b>his </b>head.
She knew this was her one shot.
If she knocked him out, she’d be safe.
If she failed, she’d provoke the beast inside him and her life would be over.
She had to seed.
“F*ck!”
Randall <b>was </b>furious.
Right after ending his call, he’d been about to rip her clothes–apart and assert his dominance.
But she had the nerve to bite him–then tried to bash his head in with a nt?!
<b>All </b>the other women he’d “worked with” had given in after a few threats. They <b>were </b>afraid of being cklisted and let him have his way, pretending to resist at most
No one <b>had </b>ever dared fight back like this.
Snarling, he pped her <b>across </b>the face with brutal force.
The blow <b>was </b>so hard that blood instantly spilled from the corner of her lips.
But Lily didn’t even register the pain. Seeing he was still conscious, she gripped the pot tighter and brought it crashing down on him again,
“You wanna die? Fine–I’ll help you!”
Randall snatched the pot from her and mmed it straight into her stomach.
The impact doubled her over in agony.
Thankfully, the pot hit the couch and didn’t shatter.
Without wasting a second, she snatched it back and swung again.
He roared and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her right off the couch.
A choking wave of despair surged over her. Just as she thought her neck might snap, she summoned the <bst </b>of her strength and hurled the pot down one <b>final </b>time.
Blood burst from his temple.
Randall staggered, then copsed to the floor–motionless.
Lily leaned down and checked <b>for </b>breath.
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He was still alive.
But he could wake up any second. She didn’t dare waste time and ran for the studio door.
“Lily?”
She hadn’t expected to run into Elsa, <b>John</b>, <b>and </b>Simon.
There were other studios nearby. Elsa had been recording at one just a few doors down.
iming she wasn’t feeling well, she’d summoned John and Simon in a hurry.
She’d just gotten a message from her biological father confirming <b>Randall </b><b>had </b>made his move. Hoping to see Lily’s humiliation firsthand, she’d made up a reason to stop by the Spoiled studio and dragged John and Simon along.
But now, seeing Lily’s clothes intact, disappointment shed across Elsa’s eyes.
That b*tch had escaped again.
Burying her hatred, Elsa forced a smile and greeted Lily with elegance and warmth. “Oh? You’re recording here too? What a coincidence.”
Lily wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.
Thanks to Elsa, she had almost been vited by a predator in disguise. All she wanted now was to rip that fake kind <b>mask </b>off Elsa’s face.
Pressing one hand to her aching stomach, she took a step forward–and pped Elsa hard across the face with every ounce of strength she had
Elsa was stunned.
She hadn’t expected Lily to hit her–right in front of John and Simon
Before she could react, Lily pped her again.
“Lily, <b>what </b>are you doing? How dare you hit Lizzy!”
John and Simon had both been distracted just moments before–both had locked their eyes on Lily’s swollen, bruised face.
That p mark <b>was </b>ring. And the blood on her lip? Even worse.
But <b>the </b>sharp sound of Lily’s palm meeting Elsa’s cheek snapped them out of it.
They immediately jumped to Elsa’s defense.
“Elsa<b>, </b>are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Seeing the blood on Elsa’s lip, John’s <b>eyes </b>filled with distress. He gently wiped the blood away and pulled her into his arms with practiced care.
Simon’s face darkened. After a few concerned words to Elsa, he turned a cold re on Lily
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“You keep bullying and hurting Lizzy. Do you have a death wish? Apologize to her now–and let her p you twice as hard. If she refuses to forgive you, I’ll make sure your life <b>is </b><b>a </b>living hell. You had no <b>reason </b>to hit her. What you did <b>was </b>wrong!”
John, holding the fragile and tearful Elsa, added coldly, “Apologize! Let Elsa hit you
Lily had no interest in wasting her breath.
She steadied herself, then stepped forward <b>again</b>.
back!”
Seeing Elsa nestled against John like a helpless bird. Lily grabbed her by the chin–and pped her across the face again. Then again.
She hated Elsa with every fiber of her being.
Four years ago, Elsa <b>had </b>been the one who walked away from John.
Yet after returning to the country, she had the nerve to paint Lily as the shameless interloper.
Elsa wanted John? Fine. Lily didn’t want a man who couldn’t stay loyal anyway.
But even after Lily walked away–tried to cut ties–Elsa still refused to leave her alone.
So why should she leave Elsa alone?