Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 489 Opening the Royal Tomb to Retrieve the Treasure (5)
Virgil Davies smiled, believing what Melody Parker said, "How could such a beauty be foolish?"
After speaking, he added helplessly, "If only the beauty would obey, there would be no need for me to use poison. It’s just because you keep defying me, refusing to listen, that I was forced to resort to it."
Melody Parker sneered coldly, "Ha, so you’re saying it’s my fault?"
Her dark eyes shimmered with an icy chill.
Not waiting for Virgil Davies to speak, she continued coldly, "I’m not defying you now, and you’ve already gotten everything you wanted. Now, hand over the antidote."
Since being poisoned, Melody Parker had become much thinner.
Adding the torment from the poison’s flare-up last night, and waking up so early in the morning, her complexion looked even more haggard.
However, no matter how haggard she became, it couldn’t hide her beautiful face.
Her features were exquisite, her eyes cold and clear...
And coupled with that haggard charm, she was even more pitiable, making people want to carefully protect her.
Yet her beauty went far beyond that.
Her sickly beauty was indeed pitiable.
Standing there, she was both delicately beautiful and impressively valiant...
In short, all the contradictory, incompatible forms of beauty were concentrated in her alone.
Looking at the beautiful Melody Parker, Virgil Davies was almost close to nodding in agreement.
But he didn’t.
He looked at Melody Parker, his lips slightly curved in another smile, "Ha ha, alright! However... the beauty might need to wait a bit longer. Once I’ve loaded all these treasures onto the plane, then I’ll give you the antidote, how about that?"
Virgil Davies had no intention of giving the antidote to Melody Parker, even if he emptied all the treasures, he wouldn’t give it to her.
Melody Parker was now the Crown Prince of Whitehill, the future queen of Whitehill. Now that he had access to untold riches, wouldn’t it be even better if he could gain control over the entire Whitehill?
Moreover, he had yet to leave this peculiar royal tomb. Although Melody Parker and the young boy were alone, within this tomb, anything could happen, couldn’t it?
So it would be more prudent not to tear things apart with them.
After all, if she didn’t have some leverage, Melody Parker wouldn’t have suggested exchanging the antidote for treasure.
Melody Parker stopped speaking, allowing Virgil Davies’s men to move the treasures away.
But she wasn’t doing nothing.
As Virgil Davies commanded his men to hurry, she signaled to Kuhn with a glance.
Then she quietly watched Virgil Davies, her hands clenching into fists, her eyes growing colder and more terrifying.
They were filled with hatred, a hatred so intense she wished she could slash Virgil Davies into a thousand pieces, turning him to ashes!
Soon!
She would soon be able to kill this scum, avenging Adrian and Barrett Carter!
If it weren’t for the two treasures, she wouldn’t have delayed so much; she would have immediately killed the man in front of her, using his blood to honor Adrian and Barrett Carter!
It was him!
It was he who controlled her, issued commands to her while she was out of her senses, instructing her to kill Adrian, kill Barrett Carter!
She was a weapon then, a weapon firmly in Virgil Davies’s grasp.
And the reason she became that kind of weapon was all because of this pervert in front of her.
She couldn’t resist; that almost nonexistent awareness was beyond her control.
She wanted to break free from the cage imprisoning her mind, wanted to break the chains, yet she couldn’t...
She couldn’t break free from the cage restraining her thoughts, only able to take the weapons he handed her, committing those soul-crushing acts time and again.
She couldn’t resist; she had no control, only able to hold the knife, attempting to assassinate Adrian time and again, threatening his life.
Finally... after her relentless harm, Adrian died at her hands.
And Barrett Carter also died at her hands...
During those acts, she couldn’t control herself, but she had a sliver of consciousness.
Because of this sliver of awareness, she could clearly see Adrian’s gentle smile as he fell from the cliff and could hear Barrett Carter singing that song before he died...
But that weak consciousness wasn’t enough for her to take control... she couldn’t control herself, her mind held an order, compelling her to carry out harm on them.
The glaring blood stained her hands time and again.
The blood of those she loved dearly, the blood of her family...
It was all because of this pervert in front of her, a pervert with such heavy personal desires, who made her kill them with her own hands, dyeing her hands with their blood!
She didn’t know in what kind of environment a person grows up to interpret being a pervert so thoroughly?
But she knew he was a pervert, a pervert deserving of severe punishment!
She wanted to kill him, to kill him at any cost!
If he only wanted Whitehill’s treasures, only wanted to control her to obtain Whitehill’s treasures, she wouldn’t hate him this much! Wouldn’t want to kill him this desperately!
But he used her, controlled her, making her kill the one she loved most, kill Barrett Carter whom she regarded as family—how could she not hate him? How could she let him go, not kill him?
She had never hated anyone so much as she did now, never before had she wanted to perish together with someone like this! It was all because of him.
It was this pervert in front of her who turned her into an executioner who killed her loved ones!
It was also he who made her endure daily torment, every moment feeling life was worse than death!
...
Virgil Davies didn’t fail to notice the intense hatred in Melody Parker’s eyes, but he didn’t care, thinking her hatred was perfectly normal.
After all, due to his control, she personally killed Adrian, killed that bodyguard...
But what could hatred do?
Once he spoke the command again, once he controlled her again, she would be obedient to him just as before.
And he, after moving all these treasures, would become the most distinguished, wealthiest man in the world!
At that time, with her under his control to gain Whitehill’s power, who else in the world could match him!...
Virgil Davies’s face always carried a cheerful smile, his eyes sinister and greedy, staring as his men carried box after box of gold and jewels outside.
And that young boy Kuhn, whom he looked down upon, followed those men after receiving Melody Parker’s signal, leaving the hall behind the massive pillar, arriving at the hall where nineteen coffins were placed.
He walked slowly, stopping at one of the coffins, pressing a button.
With his action, the nine butterfly doors that had automatically closed began to open one after the other.
