When Love Becomes 444
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Chapter 424: Stabbing a Knife in the Body

Amelia remained silent, weighing the merits of the deal. Elvis, without pressure, gently reminded her, โ€œOnce you miss this chance, it's gone. Living in that bar, even selling yourself won't bring in much. This world is harsh and expensive; to gain anything, you must first sacrifice something.โ€ Amelia's loosely hanging hands clenched into fists. The man before her was the epitome of capitalismโ€”he set the rules, she was his pawn, and she had to play by his rules. Yet, his offer was undeniably tempting. She nodded, โ€œOkay.โ€

Elvis curled his thin lips. โ€œGet ready. Jean needs a maid; Iโ€™ll get you in, then itโ€™s up to you.โ€ With that, he left.

Jean, having moved from Pauloโ€™s house to a private villa, possessed a backup copy of One Snapโ€™s recipe, stored on a small chip whose location only he knew. His confidant, Luke, approached, whispering, โ€œYoung master, everyone we sent to Pauloโ€™s house was expelled. I heard the old master suffers daily because of Necro. He scolded Olive, andโ€ฆ he scolded you for being unfilial.โ€ Luke watched Jean's face closely. Jean merely curled his lips in a contemptuous sneer. Filial piety was a foreign concept; no one had ever taught him. His upbringing had been a relentless cycle of his grandfather's pronouncements: โ€œAs long as you master poisons, the Paulo family's hope rests on you.โ€ His childhood world was confined, a sunless space of loneliness, gloom, and dampness. His grandfather had also instilled in him that Joyce Brown and her descendants were the Paulo familyโ€™s greatest enemies. For years, he had researched antidotes to the immortal blood, seeking to eradicate Joyce Brownโ€™s lineage. Had he done wrong? This game had begun long ago; now his grandfather wanted to stop, but how could he? Grandpa, donโ€™t blame me for neglecting you! โ€œGot it,โ€ Jean replied softly.

The villa door opened, revealing Daniel. โ€œYoung master, brother, the maid has arrived. Amelia Garcia.โ€ Jean, engrossed in his documents, didnโ€™t look up. Luke intervened, โ€œDaniel, what are you doing? I told you to find a maid, notโ€ฆ she's so young! Isn't she still in high school?โ€ Daniel, hesitant, looked at Ameliaโ€™s beautiful face. โ€œBro, she's small but works hard and cooks well. Let's keep her.โ€ Luke saw through Danielโ€™s intentions. โ€œLet her work first. She can stay if she's good.โ€

Ameliaโ€™s apricot eyes met Jeanโ€™s. He remained seated, reading, seemingly unconcerned, leaving Luke to handle the mess. Amelia, without a word, rolled up her sleeves, heading to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The Garcia family had been bankrupt for years; Amelia and her younger brother had lived together, with her acting as both mother and caretaker. Despite her youth, she was adept at housework and cooking.

Luke reprimanded Daniel, โ€œDaniel, what are you doing? Do you have a crush on her? How old is she? Why would you do that to such a young girl?โ€ Daniel, a man of strong desires, especially for young women, sadly wiped his hand. โ€œBrother, I havenโ€™t found anyone to my liking in a long time. Please overlook it.โ€

Jean, outwardly calm, slowly raised his head, his blue eyes shifting from the file to Ameliaโ€™s slender figure in the kitchen. Though delicate and beautiful at eighteen, her features lacked sharpness; her face was small, framed by black apricot eyes like grape seeds, conveying a cool aloofness. She was unique, like an orchid in the breeze. Jeanโ€™s thin lips curved into a mischievous smile. He recognized Ameliaโ€”the girl who had bitten him years ago. Years later, the tooth mark remained on his arm. A strange coincidence. How could such a coincidence happen? He smirked, a dark, malevolent smile playing on his lips.

He went downstairs, intending to get water, when he heard the sounds of disrobing. In the kitchen, Daniel had forcibly embraced Amelia. โ€œAmelia, I like you so much. I fell in love with you at first sight. Just come with me, Iโ€™ll make you incredibly happy.โ€ In an instant, he tore her clothes. Amelia shielded herself with her arms, only to see Jean in the doorway. Daniel, pleading, held Amelia tightly. โ€œYoung master, Iโ€ฆโ€

Jean stood in the dim light, his expression unreadable. His blue eyes moved from Daniel to Amelia, a fleeting glance, before he calmly stated, โ€œHurry up!โ€ He then left.

Daniel, elated, resumed his assault, throwing Amelia to the floor and removing his trousers, exclaiming, โ€œAmelia, I've been waiting for you! It's about time!โ€

Jean took only two steps before a sound echoed, โ€œPlorkk!โ€โ€”the sound of a knife piercing flesh. He turned to see Amelia, a fruit knife plunged into Daniel's stomach. Blood spurted forth.

Blood stained the girl's youthful face, yet she didn't flinch, her cold, lonely almond eyes fixed on him. โ€œDaniel!โ€ Luke rushed in, catching the falling Daniel, frantically pressing on the wound. โ€œSomebody, help!โ€ His men arrived, carrying Daniel to the hospital. Soon, only Jean and Amelia remained.


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