Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 877 She Finally Will Kill Freya

Meeting Regina's provocative eyes, that feeling of unease in Freya's heart grew stronger.

However, she calmed down in a flash.

She was to grow old with Mr. Fitzgerald, no matter what happened, she could not give him up to Regina, even if she died, she thought, Mr. Fitzgerald liked her so much, he could not accept the disgusting Regina!

With this thought, Freya's heart felt a lot more comfortable as she unhurriedly took a sip of the juice in front of her, "Regina, have a nice dream!"

Regina was so sure of herself that she didn't continue to argue with Freya, she took another glass of juice and turned around to walk in the direction of the swimming pool.

She is now, in fact, a bit disdainful to fight with Freya, after all, Freya will soon become a dead person, so there is nothing to fight for!

Tonight, everything has been set up, just waiting for Freya to meekly be killed!

In the past, when attending such parties, Freya was basically in a state where no one paid attention to her, but now, all the people knew that Mr. Fitzgerald was back and Freya was his real wife, many people came over to talk with her.

Freya was speechless at the enthusiasm of these people, but she was a person who knew how to respect others, and even if she did not see the tendency of some people to be subservient, she would not make those people too embarrassed.

Later, unable to stand the enthusiasm of these people, Freya planned to go to the less crowded corridor to take a break.

Just as she reached the corridor, one of the maids hurried over, "Miss Freya, isn't it? Our Miss is waiting for you in the garden, she wants to see you."

Freya knew that Rosie, had a lot of ideas, so she might want to do something weird at the birthday party. Rosie called her to go over, so Rosie probably asked her to cooperate with her plan.

On such occasions, Freya would naturally not think in terms of danger, and with a nod to the servant, she headed in the direction of the garden.

Regina had been watching every move on Freya's side, and when she saw Freya walk out through the side door of the hall, the corners of her lips uncontrollably rose. Goodbye, Freya!

Next year today, I will go to your grave and offer you incense!

The house was brightly lit this evening, and Freya thought that the garden would also be bright and shining, but unexpectedly, it was dimly lit.

Freya called Rosie to ask her what the hell she was up to, but she called several times in quick succession, but no one answered.

Recently Freya has encountered several dangers one after another, she is much more alert, and she always feels insecure in such shady places.

She was carrying a baby inside her now, and even if Rosie was the birthday girl tonight, she didn't want to go along with Rosie's shenanigans in a situation that made her visibly uneasy. Freya stopped walking forward and she turned around and walked in the direction she had come from.

However, just as she took a step, a large hand tightened around her hand.

Freya's heart fluttered, and she tried with all her might to break the man's grip, but his strength was too great that she failed to do so.

"Let go of me! Who are you?! What do you want to do?!"

Freya raised her foot, she tried to attack the man but he dodged nimbly.

As the light sparkled behind her, Freya knew that at this moment she was behind a lotus pond. Seeing the man dragging her backwards with force, a very bad feeling arose in her heart.

Her sense of taste was particularly acute, and although she could not see the man before her in the darkness, she could smell him.

The smell of blood.

That was the smell on the man who tried to kill her last time in the ward!

Probably because he was worried that cutting her neck here would leave any clues, this time, the man did not move his knife on Freya.

With a sudden force in his hand, he dropped Freya directly into the lotus pond.

Freya did not shout for help, because this place was too far from the banquet hall, even if she shouted her throat, no one could come to her rescue, she was only putting herself in an even worse situation by shouting.

After Freya fell into the lotus pond, the man did not leave immediately, but tugged her long hair with a deadly grip, and suddenly, with the force of his hand, he pressed her head down heavily.

He was clearly trying to suffocate her.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

Freya struggled hard, jerked her face up to the surface, but the next moment her head was pinned back down by this man.

He used more and more force, and Freya could no longer lift her head, and on the surface of the water, only a few strands of her long hair could be revealed.

Her arms and legs, still flailing, were nothing more than a dying struggle, and the man didn't give her struggles a second thought.

The moonlight hit the man's face, his cold, rigid face, without a trace of expression, was like a walking corpse without a soul, without feelings.

He looked at Freya's eyes without a trace of pity, as if, at this moment, the person he was fiercely pressing into the water was not a living person, but just a dead thing.

After about two or three minutes, Freya's arms and legs stopped flapping and she lay motionless in the water, as if her whole body had frozen.

He knew that Freya must have choked or suffocated to death. He had gotten her information before and knew that she couldn't swim and since she had been in the water for so long with him holding her head down, she would have been dead!

If he had cut Freya's neck with a knife, when everyone found her body, it would naturally be positioned as a homicide case and the Fitzgerald family would not take it lying down easily.

But it was different when she died in the water. It was dark over here, and it was perfectly normal to accidentally step out of the way and fall into the water or something, so he didn't have to worry about being found out.

Seeing someone coming out of the banquet hall, he was afraid someone would see him, he stopped wasting time on Freya, so he sneered at the woman who was almost completely buried in the water, turned and walked quickly towards the back door of the house.

An insolent woman, who dares to provoke even their Wells family, is simply seeking her own death!

The back door of the villa was locked, but the man did not have the slightest difficulty in holding onto the wall, and with a body as agile as a cheetah, he leapt out of the nearly two-metre fence in a single bound After leaving the villa, he was the first to dial Walter's mobile phone to report on the situation.

After hanging up the phone, he called Regina again.

Regina was already in a good mood tonight, and after hearing his report, the corners of her lips could not be controlled to rise.

Freya is finally dead!

She did not expect that Freya would die so soon, and Regina had wanted to torture her a little longer!

But she can't wait to see Freya's corpse now!