No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1614: Long Time No See

Muttering curses under her breath.

"Can’t you just keep quiet!" Sixth Hoffman flared his nostrils and glared, his biceps bulging menacingly, "If you don’t behave, believe it or not, I’ll beat you!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

These wanderers, often scolded, sometimes really dare not play by the rules.

They wouldn’t go easy on someone like Emma when it came to physical confrontations.

Although Emma was furious, seeing Sixth Hoffman in that state did make her somewhat more subdued.

She comforted herself in her mind, convinced that Wayne Lane would definitely come back to save her.

But such comfort lasted almost half a day; she didn’t see Wayne Lane, instead, the person she now feared most, Hannah, arrived.

"Long time no see, sister."

As night fell, silence enveloped everything.

Looking at the bright, delicate face before her, Emma felt as if she had seen a ghost, her face turning deathly pale.

She whimpered, her eyes glued on Hannah, as if wishing to smash all her hatred and fear onto Hannah.

Hannah stood up and found a chair in the makeshift tent to sit on, "Seeing me doesn’t seem to make you happy, does it?"

She leaned lazily back against the chair, her face bearing a light smile, but her pure eyes under the dark shadows betrayed a slight darkness.

Emma struggled, desperately trying to rise from the ground, but since her hands and feet were tied, all her efforts were in vain.

Hannah watched with a good mood and asked, "Do you need me to untie you?"

Emma glared, her eyes rimmed with red—not from fear, but from anger.

Muttering under her breath, probably cursing.

Hannah bent down, meeting those spiteful eyes straight on, her lips curling slightly as if giving alms, she pulled out the gag from Emma’s mouth and threw it aside.

Having regained some freedom, Emma’s first words were, "Hannah, you bitch, traitor, do you know who I am? My father will never let you off for treating me like this, you..."

A string of unpleasant words continued for at least three minutes.

Hannah remained expressionless, even leisurely pouring herself a glass of water.

She could bear listening, but the wanderers outside couldn’t.

Sixth Hoffman directly lifted the tent’s curtain, a large machete in his hand pointing at Emma on the ground, "Boss, do you need me to slaughter this so-called princess for you!"

As he spoke, the large machete was already on Emma’s neck, only inches away from slicing through the skin and blood vessels beneath.

With her mouth open, the remaining curses were stuck in her throat.

Feeling the chill on her neck, Emma’s scalp tingled, and she instinctively wanted to scream, but the next second, a soft, delicate voice fell by her ear.

"If you scream, your head will drop."

Choked, Emma couldn’t help but cough, her voice hoarse and unclear, "Hannah, you dare!"

"Behave yourself!" Sixth Hoffman’s machete moved a bit closer.

These wanderers were never the type to pity or cherish anyone, especially not towards the imperials; had Hannah not commanded otherwise, they would have already killed this spoiled imperial princess.

Terror made Emma shudder, her previous arrogance faded by at least half, the sharp pain in her neck turning her complexion pale, her voice weak, "Hannah, are you really going to kill me?"