Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 533

"I was just worried about you. We can't afford to get on his bad side," Madison said.

"Is that what you think?" I scoffed. "You don't need to worry about that. Besides, you're on parole now. You should count yourself lucky that I managed to get you out of prison."

After a pause, I added, "Besides, you have a daughter, don't you?"

Madison's eyes widened in panic. "H-How did you find out about that?"

I pursed my lips. I didn't want to answer that. "My network is broader than you think. If you can get rid of Murphy for me, you won't ever need to go back to prison. I can even give your daughter ten million dollars. She can lead a carefree life and won't need to worry about you dragging her down in the future."

In a threatening tone, I warned her, "But if you tell on me…" I paused and narrowed my eyes at her. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you what I'll do to your daughter, right?"

Madison shivered and fell to her knees. She stammered, "M-Ms. Wiley, I will never betray you! I won't forget what you've done for me. I'll keep my promise and do everything I can to get rid of Murphy for you.

Bitterness swept over my heart as I looked down at Madison, who knelt before me.

Back then, she was the bully, and I was the victim. She made my life miserable, and I had knelt before her countless times and begged her to take pity on me.

But now, the tables had turned. She had become so pathetic that she had to plead with me.

Fate played tricks on people. Nothing was certain or everlasting.

I spat coldly, "Okay. I can feel the sincerity behind your words. Find a chance to get rid of him as soon as possible. I will provide you with all the help you need for you to succeed."

On second thought, I said, "But remember to be discreet and not leave any traces behind. It'd be the end of us otherwise."

"Okay, Ms. Wiley." Madison nodded repeatedly. Her gaze flashed with a cruel, ruthless look, and she said, "Just wait and see. I'll put an end to him!"

I nodded, satisfied with her response. With Madison's help, my plan would work smoothly.

Next, I would enjoy the show. I wondered what Murphy would do when he met his end.

I thought, "Wait for me, Ethan. I'll be back by your side very soon. And I won't leave you ever again."

I recalled every step of my plan and ran all the details through my head.

…

The next morning, I purposely took a detour and headed to a secluded car dealership so I wouldn't expose my whereabouts.

The cars here were all smuggled, so no formal procedures were required for a person to buy a car. I didn't even have to register using my real name.

Glancing around, my gaze fell on a Ducati V4 sport bike. It was pitch black, and its coat glinted temptingly in the sun. Its shape reminded me of a strong and muscular horse, giving off a formidable air of magnificence.

This was a bike that was made for speed. It could go 190 miles per hour and was equipped with a 1103cc desmodromic 190 horsepower engine.