She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston)

League 338

“I was truly too kind to you,” Michael said.

Millie warned, “If we continue to waste time like this, you’ll also suffer a dire consequence.”

“I told you I’d take you with me, even if I die!” It was enjoyable to have such a beautiful person to die with.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind, causing a mischievous smile to spread across his face. “How about this?”

Millie sensed a hint of malicious intent behind his smile.

“Why don’t you contact Winston and inform him about your kidnapping? Let’s see if he comes to your rescue.”

Her expression gradually turned icy. She didn’t wish to involve Winston in the situation. “No way,” she refused firmly.

“Are you sure you want to decline? This is your only chance. It would be such a shame to die.” He raised her chin and gazed at her with a smile.

“Then you’re underestimating the police.” Millie looked into the distance. The sound of approaching sirens grew louder.

He followed her gaze and realized the sirens were getting closer. He tightened his grip on her chin. She had really pushed him to the edge. Millie had truly upset him to the core.

“I might as well kill you right now!” He glared at her furiously.

Millie sneered. “If you kill me, you won’t make it either. There is more to my identity than you think.”

He snorted. “Aren’t you just a young lady from the Caldwell family? I’m a killer. Do you think I’ll be afraid of you?”

After saying that, he drew a dagger. With one cut, Millie would fall and die. Then, they would make a clean escape, leaving behind no trace of the murder. It was indeed a perfect crime.

He sneered. “I’ll give you one last chance. Are you going to call Winston for help?”

Millie’s eyes were filled with determination. She would rather die than ask Winston for help. This was truly something Michael did not expect.

*Impressive.” He nodded, the dagger in his hand illuminated by the moonlight.

“You brought this upon yourself, so don’t hold me responsible for not adhering to the game’s rules. He smiled and was about to cut the rope.

Millie stated

ly and coldly, “My other identity is MI

like a fool?”

He glared at her and asked, “Do 1 look

“I can prove it,” she replied seriously.

The sirens were drawing nearer, and he reprimanded, “Don’t try to stall for time.”

As he spoke, he was on the verge of severing the rope. Suddenly, a voice from behind called out, “Boss!

Boss!”

Michael cursed, “Damn it! Why is it so difficult for me to kill someone? What are you yelling about? Did you win the lottery?”

The lackey was scolded so severely that he gripped his hair in distress. “Boss… someone is approaching downstairs.”

“Is someone coming? Who could it be?” He glanced downward and noticed a car parked nearby, its headlights illuminating the surroundings.

Suddenly, he saw a figure approaching. It wasn’t the police; it was just one person arriving.

Occasionally, a flashlight would shine from below. Millie couldn’t see the person beneath, but she knew

someone was there.

She tried to shake the chair, and as she did, some small stones fell from the edge of the abandoned building. “Help! Help!” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Stop shouting!” Michael covered her mouth.

Millie stared at him and bit his finger. He stepped back in pain. “Damn it!”

“Follow the rules of the game! Someone’s coming. Let me go!” Millie yelled.

“That doesn’t count!” he exclaimed angrily.

“I’m here!” she shouted, looking down.

Michael immediately covered her mouth.