Chapter 1029

"What do you want?!" Helen snapped even as she took a step back, leaning against her car as she glared warily at the goons around her, as well as at Clark and Gable.

"What do we want, you ask?"

Clark shook his head even as he strode up, brandishing his steel bat threateningly at Helen's face. "Well, you really are a beauty up close. Killing you right away is a real waste… why not let the boys have some fun, Gable?"

As the goons around them laughed sleazily, Clark grinned sinisterly. "I remembered everything you said at the dinner! Don't you think you should be apologizing now, huh?!"

It was late into the night, and they were in the middle of nowhere—it was the perfect opportunity for a perfect murder.

And yet, Helen was not afraid at all, even snapping coolly, "Apologize? Really? What you've done has only further earned you the title of prick."

Helen's tough reaction actually gave Clark pause. He turned to look into Helen's car and was relieved to see no one else inside.

Gable