No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 611

As Jack gently tapped on the massive alligator's head, the beast charged towards Ernest and his friends with a ferocity that sent shivers down everyone's spine.

The pond was already teeming with several large gators, and now, with the addition of this alpha predator, even Ernest, Yolande, and Conrad together seemed outmatched.

I was petrified, finding myself unable to breathe, let alone watch the unfolding horror.

"Ah!"

Yolande's scream pierced the air, and through the corner of my eye, I saw her stabbing at something fiercely. The next moment, Ernest was pulling Conrad to the safety of the bank.

Then, with incredible agility, he grabbed Yolande, stepping on the heads of the gators as if they were stepping stones, and leaped to safety.

They had miraculously escaped the jaws of death...

Just as I was about to sigh in relief, the sound of Brown clapping broke the silence. His face was calm, even impressed, as he remarked, "Well, Mr. Collins, you're truly extraordinary."

Before his words could fully sink in, Yolande was up and at him, her knife pressed against his throat.

She shouted towards a platform not too far away, "If you don't want your boss here to bleed out, let her go!"

They had escaped, and now they were here to rescue me.

Yolande's determination really surprised me; her first instinct was to rescue me.

But her threat seemed futile; the people on the platform didn't release me.

Brown seemed unbothered by the knife at his throat, even tauntingly saying, "It's no use. They only listen to me. If I die now, that girl will just end up hanging there, turning into human jerky."

"Let her go," Yolande demanded, pressing the knife even tighter, enough to draw blood.

Despite this, Brown's expression remained unchanged. He looked at Ernest, "The game of tests is over. Now, it's time to settle our accounts."

"Fine, let the others go," Ernest replied, his demeanor as calm as ever.

"Deal," Brown surprisingly agreed quickly.

He bled for me...

Both unable to afford losing any more blood, I supported him, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Ernest then turned to Yolande, "You go too."

"I'm not leaving. I'm staying here with you," Yolande's words spoke volumes of her solidarity with Ernest.

I was numb, knowing my presence wouldn't make a difference.

As I tried to lead Conrad away, Brown's laughter stopped me, "Aren't you curious, my dear, to see how we settle our accounts?"

I wasn't interested, not in the slightest.

Yet, facing the figures blocking our path, I realized I had no choice but to witness whatever was to come.