Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1328

Agent 002's eyes lit up, a sly smile curving the edges of her lips.

"Mr. K, I've got it."

As soon as he left, she unleashed her fury with three vicious strikes of her whip.

She didn't even wait for Maja to regain her footing, clearly intent on making her unable to dodge.

"Does it hurt? Right now, you're no better than a dog. Even if you're dying in pain, you can't make a sound. Don't worry, I'll make sure you keep breathing. Do you think Mr. K’ll care about you just because you've warmed his bed? Let me tell you, in his eyes, you're disposable, just like trash! No one here gives a damn whether you live or die!"

002 swung her whip, lashing out with venomous words.

Ten lashes in quick succession, and Maja was once again on the ground.

The corners of 002's mouth twitched into a smile as she sauntered over, kicking Maja in the stomach.

"I told you to get up. Is that all you've got?"

She swung a few more times.

Maja's vision blurred, and she nearly passed out.

But she couldn't afford to faint in front of this person. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms.

Thankfully, the days she spent soaking in the potion had increased her tolerance for pain.

The potion never made her faint; instead, it sharpened her consciousness through the agony.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"The future leader? You're just a dog begging for scraps under my control! I could beat you to death!"

002 felt an exhilarating rush, a smug expression plastered across her face.

Meanwhile, in a room on the second floor, someone quietly watched the scene unfold, uttering just one word:

"Idiot."

Oblivious, 002 continued her assault, stopping only when she felt Maja had reached her limit. She tossed aside the whip.

"Now, I'll throw you in the pool and watch you suffer, you wretch!"

She grabbed Maja by the arm and shoved her into that pool filled with potion.

"Correct, no body was found at the scene."

Hearing this reply, Mr. K sighed softly.

"Keep searching. Also, has anyone else sensed something's off?"

"You mean Tyler?"

Mr. K remained silent, prompting a chuckle from the other end.

"I slipped him a bottle of melatonin. At the right dosage, it can induce a fatal heart arrhythmia. He's always up late writing scripts and chasing women. It wouldn't be unusual for him to drop dead suddenly."

Mr. K said nothing, tapping his fingers on the nearby railing, cautioning his caller.

"Make sure no one detects anything unusual, especially Fitch. If he's still alive, he'll definitely sense something."

"Don't worry, no one suspects my identity for now."

The call ended.

Mr. K's gaze was deep and brooding as he looked into the distance, exhaling a weary breath.