Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 1187 Freya Dies of Humiliation

Freya's eyelids popped out, she stared coldly at the handsome, upright man in front of her, she had never offended him before, she really couldn't figure out why he was treating her like this.

However, the people over here, one and all, were not quite right in the head, one couldn't really think of them in a normal way.

Freya didn't have to wonder for long, and soon, Pete censured and sneered, "Dr. Stahler, are you thinking, you and I have no grudge, why would I be so hard on you?"

"Because, Helen is my sister!"

"If it wasn't for you, my sister Helen wouldn't have been locked up in the dungeon by Cealan! My sister has suffered so much in the dungeon, and I will get back what you have inflicted on her a thousand times over!"

Freya scrambled back, but Pete was faster than she was, and with a lunge he pinned her down directly onto the dirt to one side.

Pitt had eyes the same colour as Helen's, turquoise eyes that always gave off a particularly deep feeling, but Freya knew that the siblings didn't know how to feel deep, they only harmed people.

She grinded her teeth as she put all her strength into her body and tried to push the aggressive Pete away.

Only, before she could even begin to exert herself, a cold, shiny knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Dr. Stahler, you came over here to replace herbs to cure the poison on your face, didn't you? Don't waste this strength, you're going to die soon, so why bother!"

"Pete, you let go of me! Now I'm treating Layton's leg, if anything happens to me, Edward won't spare you!"

"Heh!" Hearing Freya's words, Pete couldn't help but laugh strangely as he exaggeratedly pointed a knife at his face, "Dr. Stahler, are you scaring me? Sorry to disappoint you, I am not intimidated!" As he spoke, the cold, gleaming knife in his hand was already pressed to Freya's mouth.

"Dr. Stahler, what do you say, I carve a flower on your face? What kind of flower do you like? Do you like peonies?"

A pervert!

Freya was so angry that she wanted to curse, but she knew in her heart that now was not the time to play with her words.

With Helen's twisted mind, her brother was no better!

Now, the most important thing was to replace a way to survive.

If she survived, only then would there be hope.

"Yes!" Freya tried to suppress the panic in her heart and spoke in an unperturbed manner, "Anyway, you said that I will definitely die today, even if you cut my face, it doesn't matter!"

"I just hope that you will give me a quick death today, I don't like to drag it out!"

Pete's hand that was clenched on the hilt of the knife gave a beat, and he casually threw the knife in his hand aside with a rampant smile.

"Interesting! Dr. Stahler, you're a lot more interesting than I thought you'd be! Suddenly I don't want to carve flowers on your face! Let's go, I'll take you to a nice place!"

With that, Pete pulled Freya up from the ground without a word and dragged her towards the mountain.

Freya wanted to take out a silver needle and stab Pete hard on his death point, but after being dragged up by him, she realized to her misery that her hands, as if they had turned to stone, were so stiff that she could not move them.

Freya's face changed greatly, she was a doctor, no matter her vigilance, or her ability to identify various drugs, she was strong enough, she really did not expect that, without knowing it, Pete could put such an evil poison on her body.

Yes, the Poison King's most favoured adopted son, the one who inherited the Poison King's mantle, his ability to poison people was naturally strong enough!

Freya's heart was beating wildly, she was afraid that it would not be that easy for her to get out today!

But she would never give up her hope for survival until the last moment!

Halfway up the hill, there was a house made of green bricks. It wasn't very big, but it had all kinds of equipment inside.

Pete grabbed Freya straight away and went to the bedroom, ruthlessly slamming her onto the big bed inside the bedroom.

After being dragged for so long, Freya was already dizzy and she was even dizzier after being slammed like this. Before Freya could take a proper breather, Pete's magnified handsome face appeared in front of her again.

"Freya, do you know what I will do with your corpse?"

Without waiting for Freya to answer, Pete spoke again, "I think you must have seen the insect pond inside Caelan's dungeon!"

"His poisonous insect pond is, to be honest, a bit of a shame! Do you know what a real insect pond looks like? Throw you in, and within two minutes, the living will turn into white bones!"

"Freya, don't worry, when I've had enough, I won't kill you easily I'll, let you enjoy the fun of a real worm pool!"

Listening to Pete's words, Freya's back could not restrain the chill.

The worm pool in Caelan's dungeon was twisted enough, she didn't expect that, with Pete, there would be an even more terrifying worm pool.

"Freya, why aren't you begging me?" When Pete was torturing people, he loved to hear people beg for mercy, and after he had scared her for so long and she hadn't begged for mercy, he couldn't help but feel a little bored.

"If I beg you, you will let me go?" Freya sneered, "You won't! You'll only get more pleased if I beg! Then why should I let someone I hate get complacent?!"

"Funny!" Pete smiled so much, but no matter how bright and brilliant the smile on his face was, it didn't make people feel half warm, only a bone-chilling gloom.

Suddenly, Pete reached out his hand and gave Freya's face a malicious squeeze.

"It's a pity that such an interesting woman was born with such an ugly face! Even if you are barely usable, playing with her, the taste must be greatly reduced!"

Pete looked at Freya condescendingly, "Freya, the women I've played with are beautiful. If it wasn't for my sister, I wouldn't have such heavy tastes to go after an ugly bitch like you!"

"How bad do you think Caelan's eyes should be to like an ugly bastard like you? To even give up a great beauty like my sister for you?"

"Is it possible that you're good in bed?"

Pete cackled strangely as he grabbed Freya's collar, "My curiosity has suddenly been piqued! Okay, I'm going to replace out how good you are!"

Freya was trembling with hatred, she really wanted to spit in Pete's face, but her body was stiffer than a stone, she couldn't even put up passive resistance.

She could only watch as Pete's face got closer and closer to hers, and she heard him whisper something in her ear in disgust, "Freya, actually, I'm good too!"