Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 617

The cold heel of her shoe kept tapping against Hudson's face, over and over, making his pupils dilate in sheer terror as his scalp felt like it was about to burst!

“What do you want from me?” he stammered.

Crimson waved her hand, signaling the two burly men holding Hudson, and pulled out a small, gleaming knife from her pocket.

At the same time, she pressed Hudson's right hand onto the ground.

The knife was aimed right at his hand.

Hudson suddenly realized what they intended to do, his eyes wide with rage and fear. “You wouldn’t dare!!!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the knife came down on his finger.

“Ah—”

His right thumb was severed ruthlessly. Hudson clutched his bleeding hand and collapsed to the ground, trembling in agony.

“You! You! Ah!”

Cold sweat broke out on Hudson as he trembled in pain, his eyes, bloodshot and wild, fixed on Crimson with a murderous glare. He wanted to tear her apart!

How dare she!

How dare she!

Crimson met his gaze and chuckled, taking the bloodied knife.

She flipped it carelessly in her hand.

“That thing of yours, you don’t really need it, do you?”

Thinking of Hudson's disgusting intentions towards Flora, Crimson couldn’t hide her seething anger.

When Hudson realized what Crimson meant by “that thing,” his face turned ghostly white, his lips trembling uncontrollably. Sweat dripped onto the floor, each drop sounding like a death knell.

Hudson took a deep breath, trying to suppress his fear and panic, attempting to reason with Crimson.

Crimson listened, her lips curving into a smile, her face lighting up with a dazzling and seductive smile, a stark contrast to Flora's cool indifference.

She flipped the knife, her tone playful. “Haven’t I already made my move? Isn’t it a bit late to say this now?”

“You—”

Hudson barely got a word out before his eyes widened in terror!

The knife traced an arc in the air, growing larger in his vision. He let out a sharp scream, despairingly watching the blade land near his groin!

The knife stood firmly next to his inner thigh, just a finger’s breadth from his vital parts, provocatively erect in his groin, as if mocking him.

Hudson froze, not daring to move. The color of his black trousers darkened as liquid seeped out, the smell of urine filling the room.

“Scared enough to pee your pants?” Crimson, holding her phone to record a video, caught the smell and raised an eyebrow in disgust. “With such little courage, where did you find the nerve to lay a hand on her?”