Chapter 474 Serving Revenge
Inside the hospital building, Lana appeared to have sensed something, for she looked up in suspicion.
“Lana, someone’s here!” her twin warned.
Snarling, Lana flashed Wynter a savage look as she seethed, “I sense a heavenly presence in the air! You summoned help! You lied to us!” She looked maniacal. “You lied to us, just like the others!”
She reached out to strangle Wynter, but her fingers had only just grazed Wynter’s neck when she stopped.
Wynter did not hide. She stood facing Lana and said flatly, “If you can’t remember the person’s face, take your pick between non–celebrity guests one and three.”
“What?” Lana was baffled.
Wynter’s gaze darkened. “I told you I’d show you how grown–ups play their games. Since the person you seek vengeance on is unlikely to be among the celebrity guests, he could only be one of the two non- celebrity men here.
“Between number one and three, I’d say the latter looks more menacing.” In a voice that was clear and calm, she continued, “He’s middle–aged and looks like he could be a father.
“I wasn’t sure at first. But now that my acquaintance is here, I suppose I can let you take your revenge.”
Lana froze. “Revenge?”
Wynter’s gaze fell on Lana as she reached out to touch the latter as if she could comfort the twins. Resolve your grudge and go into the light. You could have your revenge or have him apologize on his
knees. I can make either one happen.”
Lana gaped at her, looking somewhat endearing. “So you weren’t lying to us?”
“Of course not,” Wynter answered with a small chuckle. “The person who just came into the building is of
great help to me.
“Without him, I wouldn’t be able to exact vengeance for you. Now that he’s here, he can help cover up my
tracks while I work.”
There were shadows under Lana’s eyes. “Can we really have our revenge?”
Wynter gently gripped Lana’s shoulders and spun her to face the window. “You can. Now, take your pick. Let me win this game after the story ends, okay?”
Meanwhile, the other guests listened in on the conversation.
Having witnessed such strange events, Oliver was about to ask Tobias if Wynter was out of her mind to want the story to continue.
Half of the guests had already passed out from fear. Joshua and Horace faltered at once after Wynter had urged Lana to choose one of them to exact vengeance on.
However, Horace made his move first. He suddenly pulled Oliver to his feet and hissed, “Don’t pick me! I don’t know anything about that damned washing machine you speak of! Come near me and I’ll kill him!”
He had a scalpel in his hand. No one, not even Oliver, had noticed this.
Oliver had chosen Horace as his partner in hopes that he would do the dirty work by solving all the clues. After all, with his unassuming countenance, Horace made for an easy target.
Oliver certainly never expected to be held at knifepoint! He blanched as blood seeped out from the thin cut on his neck. At the sight of this, Wynter raised a brow in amusement.
Tobias urged, “Put the knife down!”
“Enough!” Horace roared, tightening his grip on Oliver. “This piece of shit has been giving me orders since the start of the game, and I’m sick of it!”
Oliver pleaded, shuddering. “Hey, buddy. Let’s talk things out! I’m sorry for what I did!”
“Sorry? You weren’t sorry when you snatched my flashlight!” Horace snorted. “I escaped and stumbled onto this set, not knowing that you’d be filming a show here.
“You were so full of yourself when you mocked me. Well, look at you now, hotshot!”
With that, he kicked Oliver, his fury evident.