1RomanceEB Chapter 1143 - 1145: Take a Closer Look—Who Am I
Chapter 1143 - 1145: Take a Closer Look—Who Am I
"So, Laura being bought off by Isabel isn’t surprising."Sophie Sullivan just felt these two people, now seemed equally repulsive.
Did Laura have a happy life in these two years, did she ever suffer from conscience, being condemned for her heinous acts?
Lucifer gently stroked her pale face and said with pain, "Cecilia, still unwilling to tell me?"
"Lucifer, I..."
"Alright, I won’t force you." Lucifer pulled her into his embrace, gently patting her back, soothingly saying, "You want to see Laura, right? I’ll have Leo bring her over."
Leaning against Lucifer’s embrace, Sophie Sullivan nodded slightly.
All the abuse, all the harm she endured, will be returned doubly.
No one can escape!
Lucifer comforted her, looking down at Sophie Sullivan trembling uncontrollably in his embrace, his heart ached terribly.
As much as he ached now, he regretted leaving at that time.
If he had stayed with her, she wouldn’t have suffered all these hardships.
After all, he was responsible too.
Calling Leo, he secretly ordered him to capture Laura, once Laura met Cecilia, she couldn’t be released.
She must not be allowed to leak any word.
Leo solemnly nodded, "Your Highness, rest assured, I’ll take care of it immediately."
......
Late and quiet night.
The servants had already rested, leaving only a large lamp in the expansive villa, making it appear empty.
Laura sat on the sofa, waiting for her husband to return late, supporting her forehead with one hand, closing her eyes in exhaustion.
Hearing faint footsteps, her face lit up with joy, opening her eyes, "John, you’re back..."
The remaining words were immediately muffled by a handkerchief, Laura stared wide-eyed in terror at the man masked in black in front.
She fearfully kicked and struggled, attempting to make a noise to alert the servants.
However, she wasn’t successful, a burst of sharp pain at the back of her neck, she completely lost consciousness.
The man in black took her away as silently as he came.
Crash—
A bucket of ice water was splashed, mixed with unmelted ice cubes, painfully stinging her face.
Laura slowly regained consciousness, her whole body sticky and extremely uncomfortable.
More uncomfortable was the icy, bone-chilling feeling on her face.
She struggled to open her eyes, blinking away the water droplets from her eyelashes to finally see everything in front.
"Cecilia..." She was shocked as if seeing a ghost.
No, how could it be Cecilia, wasn’t she already dead?
Now the master of this face should be Isabel.
After a full two minutes, she recovered, angrily saying, "Isabel, what do you mean?"
If at the beginning it was all Sophie Sullivan’s conjecture, then now, hearing Isabel’s name from Laura’s mouth felt like sealing the coffin.
Sophie Sullivan sneered, leaned closer to Laura, her light-colored pupils locked on her with a blurry gaze, black long hair cascading down her shoulders.
She hooked her red lips, her voice soft yet carrying a cold edge, "Laura, take a closer look at who I am."
The face in front was flawless and stunningly gorgeous, a face that all women would unknowingly envy and resent.
Her pupils suddenly contracted, telling herself it’s not possible, it’s not possible...
Cecilia was already dead...
Isabel’s face now was in Cecilia’s likeness.
She tried to find a trace of post-surgery marks on Sophie Sullivan’s face.