Ice and Fire

Chapter 801 The Retribution (Part Two)

Cassie stood in front of Hellen, her whole body shivering.Finally her legs gave up and she collapsed

right onto the floor. She grasped the coffee table before her for desperate measure and looked at

Hellen. "Who are you? I need to know! Why did you come to my room? I will call the front desk if you

don't leave now," she warned, looking up at the scary figure before her.

Hellen sneered, "Oh really! Okay, go ahead. Or should I tell you which number to dial?" Hellen very

well knew that Cassie's phone was in her bag and now that her bag was on the floor, she couldn't

reach her phone.

Cassie was rattled. She hadn't expected her to answer like this. Shivering with fear, Cassie turned up

to look at Hellen.

Hellen casually butted her cigarette and threw it in the ashtray. Then slowly, she took out a pill from her

pocket.

Cassie was overcome by a sense of fear, like she was in extreme danger, as Hellen kept playing with

the white pill.

"I have heard that you fear nothing and that you are on good terms with the media in this city, is that

true?" Hellen drawled. Not just Cassie, but this time, even the four men knew what Hellen meant by

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"What do you want?" Cassie asked, clenching her teeth. She received no response from her captor so

she went ahead and said, "If you dare to lay a finger on me, I won't spare you. You'll be as good as

dead."

Cassie's warning infuriated Hellen.

Hellen leaned forward, like a tigress eyeing her kill. She grasped Cassie by her chin, in a grip so

strong, that Cassie could barely move her head. Hellen put another hand on her throat, as if massaging

it with her thumb and her index finger. Cassie's mouth popped open owing to the pressure Hellen had

put on her face. Wasting no time, Hellen put the pill in Cassie's mouth, vigorously massaging her

throat, until she had swallowed the white pill.

Before Cassie knew it, the deed was done. Hellen let go of her.

Cassie grabbed at her neck, as if trying to stop the pill from going down her throat, but it was too late.

She choked and coughed, trying to get it out.

"What did you make me eat?" Cassie asked, terrified.

"Oh shut up," said Hellen, who was visibly irritated by her ranting. She had no intention or patience for

this woman. She swiftly picked up a towel from the table and wiped her hands. With her usual

nonchalance, she dropped it on the table, after she was done.

By the time Hellen stood up, Cassie had already collapsed. Her head lying on the coffee table,

motionless. "Take her away," Hellen commanded coolly.

"Yes," the men replied.

In a factory outside the city, Hellen fiddled with a knife. Five days ago, she had bought the whole

factory and the surrounding area within a radius of 300 meters.

Cassie blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. There was barely enough light around her

and she wondered where she was.

She suddenly remembered everything that had happened before she passed out. Her eyes widened in

fear as she saw the same woman from the hotel room, standing before her. Behind her were men

wearing a black uniform and black gloves, all of them carrying guns. The woman was now looking at

her sinisterly. Something told Cassie that this woman had murder on her mind.

Cassie's legs were now wobbly. She thought of all the evil things she had done in her lifetime. But not

even once, had she encountered a gun. Neither had she ever seen people carrying guns.

Cassie suddenly remembered and slowly looked down at her clothes. They were intact and she heaved

a sigh of relief. At least the men hadn't done anything to her.

Cassie was starting to panic now. "Who, in the whole world are you?" she asked. She looked around at

everyone with eyes full of fear. She looked for one hint of sympathy in their eyes, but to her horror, their

eyes were blank and showed no remorse.

Hellen was still playing with the knife when she said, 'We're here to punish you for your nude pictures."

She didn't even look up at her as she said these words.

"Nude pictures?" Cassie repeated with a confused expression. Suddenly, she figured out. Her eyes

were alert as she looked at Hellen. "What's your connection to Greg Xiao? Or do you know Violet

Chu?" she threw several questions at Hellen.

She had a gut feeling that the people who had held her captive had some connection with Greg or

Violet. When she was being held by her captors, she had genuinely thought of Greg and wished he

would come save her.

Hellen slowly looked at Cassie, who was now visibly shaken. "I also heard that you took an innocent

baby's life, didn't you?" she asked.

Now it dawned on Cassie what the situation was really about. She had indeed killed Violet's unborn

child. And now Violet had sent these people here to take revenge. But it still didn't fit the story. How

could a meek and weak girl like Violet find camaraderie in these vicious and dangerous people? she

wondered.

"What's your connection to Violet Chu?" Cassie asked, panicked. Her hands began to shake. 'I killed

Violet's child with my own two hands, ' she thought, staring at her hands, eyes widened.

Hellen ignored Cassie's constant ranting. "Which hand did you use to kill the child?" she askd gruffly.

Cassie collected herself and cooly tried to respond to the woman before her. "Did Violet send you

here?" She is such a coward. Why did she send you here instead of doing it herself?" she yelled.

By now, Hellen's rage knew no bounds. She flung the knife on the ground and swiftly pulled out a pistol

from her pocket. "Just tell me which one," she said through clenched teeth as she aimed at Cassie.

The atmosphere had suddenly gotten very tense. All of Hellen's unformed men were waiting for one

signal, one mark so that they could rush and help Hellen.

Cassie was scared now and she took a step backwards. "R.. Right hand," she answered obediently,

raising her right hand.

Later, two shot rang out.

Cassie looked at her right hand in disbelief before she collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain.

Hellen drew closer and studied the pale Cassie on the ground. "The last person in the world you should

have laid hands on is Violet," she said coldly, laying eyes on the injured woman's bleeding hand.

Regardless of her ached hand, Cassie grabbed the corner of Hellen's gusted coat. "It's all my fault. I

confess. Please forgive me, please," she pleaded with a pitiful look.

Seeing that Cassie begged for mercy, Hellen's lips curving into a contemptuous sneer. In her life, she

never spared anyone.

"That's not gonna happen," Hellen responded. She got up and shook off Cassie's hand. While walking

towards the entrance, she turned to look at the three with guns. "I don't want to see her in China," she

said indifferently.

"Okay," they replied.

Hellen then climbed into the van, like a boss. When she looked out the car window, she saw a

helicopter in the air.

As the car drove away into the sunset, Hellen took out her phone and made a call.

The phone was ringing. When someone finally answered, Hellen's tone softened. "Boss, the work is

done," she reported.

"I see," the man responded briefly.

"When will you come back, boss?" Hellen asked gingerly.

"Tomorrow," he curtly answered and ended the call.