Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 159: Didn’t Get Enough That Night?

Lily Sinclair hesitated but gritted her teeth and walked in.

She had already noticed the dilapidated state of this apartment building when she arrived; it must have been around for many years.

The surrounding residents varied in quality, a mix of all sorts.

The room barely had any decent furniture, but it was simple: a bed, a table, and nothing else.

Winston Clayton didn’t waste any words with Lily Sinclair, but instead threw a small paper packet on the table, "You know how to use it, right?"

Lily Sinclair remained silent; she had never done something like this before.

Seeing this, Winston Clayton sneered again, "Just like that night you ate, mix it into wine, or plain water, food, anything will do. Just make sure the target consumes it."

Speaking of that night, Lily Sinclair’s face instantly turned deathly pale, teeth clenched, staring intently at Winston Clayton!

If it hadn’t been for him drugging her and Leon Grant, that night wouldn’t have happened!

Winston Clayton noticed she was silent and just staring at him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Didn’t enjoy yourself that night, huh? That’s strange, I doubled the dose of the drug!"

"Enough!" Lily Sinclair didn’t want to talk about that matter anymore and asked, "Are you Candace Ford’s person?"

"Well..." Winston Clayton rubbed his chin, answering ambiguously, "Sort of, but not really. For someone like me, whoever pays more gets my services."

"Someone like you lives in a place like this?" Lily Sinclair scoffed, mimicking his tone.

She remembered Candace Ford saying it cost a fortune to hire this man.

A man worth a fortune, living in such a run-down apartment building...

Winston Clayton faced Lily Sinclair’s questioning without any embarrassment, instead lounging casually on the bed, crossing his legs, savoring life.

"What’s wrong with this place? Those mansions are just places to sleep. For people like us, just surviving is good enough, no need to be so particular." He had no such extravagant desires.

Complete the task, take the money, have a life to spend it—it’s enough.

Lily Sinclair was slightly taken aback; in the past twenty years, she lived under her parents’ wings, wealthy beyond most people’s means, never experiencing a life like Winston Clayton’s.

Comparing herself now, she suddenly realized that everyone’s life is indeed not easy.

She took one last look around the shabby room, noticing a large patch of peeling paint on the right wall, exposing the cement underneath.

Sighing inwardly, Lily Sinclair’s gaze returned to the paper packet on the table.

"What kind of drug is this?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Winston Clayton didn’t even lift his eyelids, casually flicking the ash off his jacket, "Abortion drugs, for your cousin."

The words ’your cousin’ seemed to constantly remind Lily Sinclair of the malice in what she was about to do!

Her body stiffened, her face growing ever paler.

After waiting a while without a response, Winston Clayton barely glanced at her, and seeing her expression, instinctively smirked, "What? Can’t go through with it?"

"..." Lily Sinclair remained silent.

"Understandable. Everyone has a first time." Winston Clayton said, chuckling, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

Lily Sinclair clenched her hands hanging at her sides, shakily picking up the small paper packet from the table.

As she turned to leave, she suddenly paused and asked, "What does it feel like, the first time you poisoned someone?"

With those words, Winston Clayton’s rogue grin froze.

His thoughts seemed to be drawn back to a distant past.

So distant, he almost thought he had forgotten.

Yet now, when brought up, the images in his mind were suddenly so clear.

Underneath his tousled bangs, his eyes were as cold as a frigid pond.

"Nothing special, just remember a thought flashing in my mind, ’This person is my father.’

Word by word, cold and emotionless, as if reciting lines from a book.

But Lily Sinclair was so shocked, she quickly turned away, incredulously staring at Winston Clayton, "You... you poisoned your dad?"

"Died on the spot," Winston Clayton replied.

"..." Lily Sinclair stood dazed in place, suddenly finding herself unable to say a single word?

The man before her seemed to emit an immensely powerful murderous aura in an instant!

A destructive fury mixed within...

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew bizarre.

After some time had passed, Winston Clayton laughed again, kindly giving Lily Sinclair a bit of advice.

"Don’t think about anything, just poison them. Being a bad person is so simple!"

Lily Sinclair clenched her teeth, suddenly feeling that the man in front of her was a madman!

Immediately turning, she walked out quickly!

Sure enough, anyone associated with Candace Ford was crazy!

She rushed downstairs all at once, biting her lower lip, and then suddenly realizing, she was now... one of these crazy people.

After Lily Sinclair left, Winston Clayton dialed Candace Ford’s phone number.

"She took the goods."

"Is that so? Seems like I’ll soon have a good show to watch." Candace Ford’s cold laugh echoed in his ear.

It wasn’t really Winston Clayton’s business to ask, but seeing that little girl seemed not as ruthless as Stone-hearted, he asked, "Are you sure she can go through with it?"

"Just wait and see, won’t you?" Candace Ford didn’t give a direct answer.

Whether Lily Sinclair will be able to do it is still uncertain.

But what she could confirm was that since Lily Sinclair had come to take the drug, it meant she had already opened the door to evil in her heart.

The pleasure of pulling down a young lady who thinks herself above others is really too good.

Winston Clayton listened to this, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

Back then, when he first received an assignment, he was as shocked and confused as Lily Sinclair...

He knew all too well what it felt like to harm your own family!

Conflicted, hesitant, fearful, guilty, apologetic...

But he was more ruthless than Lily Sinclair.

When he poisoned, his hand didn’t even shake.

Candace Ford didn’t know this man’s past but thought for a moment and then said, "Keep an eye on her for me."

Winston Clayton then came to his senses, "Alright, but it’ll cost extra."

"..." The other end of the call paused for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "Fine."

Winston Clayton immediately hung up the phone, grabbed his coat, and rushed out.

——

Lily Sinclair did not return home.

She wandered alone on the street, watching the bustling crowds around her, suddenly feeling her soul was empty.

She just walked aimlessly until her legs gave out, before finally hailing a taxi.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but when the car finally stopped again, she glanced out the car window.

She had inadvertently come to her cousin’s house...

"Miss, aren’t you getting out? I’m in a hurry for my next ride!" The taxi driver couldn’t help complaining when she didn’t get out.