Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 782 Deep-Seated Hatred

Chapter 782 Deep-seated Hatred

They were both in black sportswear. The man looked gentle and refined. Below his crew cut was a pair of serene eyes.

Those who didn't know him might believe he was a well-behaved college student.

The girl appeared to be much lovelier. She wore her sleek long hair into a high ponytail. She was very attractive with bright and sharp eyes. Her lips naturally curled upward, so she still seemed to be smiling even when she was not.

They stood there for some time. Then, a figure equally tall and slender ambled out of the darkness.

They were both dazed.

The voice they heard on the phone was calm and steady, so they assumed it was probably a middle-aged woman. However, that woman turned out to be a young lady.

Eight came up to the woman first. With a smile that touched her eyes, she said, "Hello, are you Miss Horton?"

Queeny shook hands with her and said, "Yes."

Then, the man at the back also stepped forward and shook hands with her.

Queeny didn't make more small talk with her. She looked over her at the SUV behind her and asked, "Where is it?"

"In the car."

Queeny immediately strode toward the SUV.

They followed her. When the truck was opened, Queeny saw a large black plastic bag quietly lay there.

Eight touched her nose and coughed with awkwardness.

"Sorry. We didn't have enough time to do something better for this, so I just grabbed a bag and put her in."

Queeny looked calm. She said blandly, "It's okay."

She stared at the bag in silence for a while. Then, she turned around and asked Eight, "Your bank account is still the same one you gave me before?" Eight nodded.

Without a word, Queeny took out her phone and transferred the money to Eight's account.

She paid with the bank card that she asked Donald to give her before she went out today. Felix told Donald to satisfy all her requests. Plus, the amount of money she asked for was not big, so Donald gave her the card without asking her any questions.

Queeny knew she would be of great help to Felix in the days to come. So she didn't feel uncomfortable spending his money.

She didn't feel guilty either. After all, this was the remuneration she deserved.

In seconds, the payment was completed.

Eight received a text message from the bank in an instant. A friendly smile spread across her face. "I got the money. I've noticed that you didn't drive here. How will you take her away? Want us to give you a ride?"

To her surprise, Queeny shook her head.

She then cast a backward glance at the black bag in the trunk and said in a low voice, "The place she will go is not far from here. I can carry her there."

Eight found her words quite bizarre. Yet, she didn't feel like pointing it out.

She just nodded and said, "Okay. Then we'll get going. You're a nice client. Come to us if you need our services again."

Queeny gave her a friendly nod.

Then, Eight and her help moved the corpse out of the trunk. They jumped into the SUV, and drove away.

The car whooshed into the thick darkness. Queeny was left alone in this quiet, desolate field, accompanied by nothing but a half-decayed corpse. It was rather spooky.

After standing where she was for a while, Queeny crouched down and unzipped the body bag. An indescribable putrid odor instantly wafted out.

She immediately put her sleeve over her mouth and nose. Under the dim moonlight, she finally had a clear view of the body.

"It's really her."

The woman lying there was Phoenix. She was the Head of the Phoenix Branch, one of 12 branches of the Rosefinch Club. Back then, she was Queeny's best friend.

Phoenix disappeared after the Rosefinch Club disintegrated. Queeny heard that she had fled to Roland.

She felt thankful at that time, because at least one of her friends had survived the massacre.

However, why would she see her dead body in a foreign country four years and a half later?

It turned out that Phoenix didn't get away with it after all.

Those who stayed with her were murdered one by one. None of them were spared.

Queeny closed her eyes. Waves of inexplicable agony raged in her chest, banging her ribs, almost making her howl in pain.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and repressed the piercing pain.

She swallowed hard, as though she was trying to swallow the deep-seated hatred as well.

Then, she carried the body on her shoulder and strode forward.

There was a secluded crematory nearby.

At this hour, the staff of the crematory had all gone home. Shouldering the body, Queeny bent a little and nimbly leaped over the high wall.

She came to the iron gate and unlocked it with a hairpin she took off from her hair. Then, she gingerly pushed the gate open, not making a sound. At once, an inexpressible smell swept over. She knew it was the smell of corpses. Due to religious beliefs, local people usually placed the dead here to wait for the designated proper day to cremate them.

Queeny never imagined that one day, she would sneak into a crematory on her own and do this kind of thing. Nothing could be more absurd than secretly cremating a body in a crematory.

However, Queeny had no time to get sentimental. Felix was still waiting for her in the castle. If she was not back by half-past eight, she could bet that Felix would go out to look for her. Felix's way of doing things was always simple and blunt, but it worked for him.

Therefore, Queeny soon put away her emotion and went up to the furnace that was still burning. After a moment of hesitation, she put the body down and shoved it into the furnace without another look at it. The black bag turned into a ball of blue flames in the blaze. Standing in front of the furnace, Queeny felt that the heat burnt her face. Distinct prickles penetrated her skin like ten thousand ants, which then crep into her veins and her heart, gnawing her organs.

Clamping a hand over her chest, she felt like crying but had no tears.

It was as if she already used up her tears four years ago, when she was locked up in a pitch dark dungeon for over a hundred days and nights.

She even begged, hoping that Felix would give her friends a chance to live.

As it turned out, he didn't. He didn't spare a single of them.

Thus, Queeny gave up hope. In that period, she had drained all her tears.

Four years later, she could no longer cry as heartily as she did before.

The pain and the unspeakable sorrows had long become a mountain weighing her down.

A long time ago, she heard a remark that the more one experienced, the more silent and low-key one would be.

One would hide one's light under a bushel, but it was not because he or she had become worldly. Instead, it was just that this person was planning to deal a deadly blow to the enemy at the most perfect time.