Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 124

Freya, of course, didn’t want to be a fool, but now that she was in pain, and she really didn’t have the strength to fight back.

All she could do was to watch Remy’s needle get closer and closer to her arm.

“Remy, stop it! Don’t go crazy!”

Freya’s voice cracked. She knew her words had no effect on Remy at all, but she could not help Shouting, “Stop it! Stop it now!”

Just as the needle was about to Pierce Freya’s skin, Remy’s cell phone rang out in a desperate way.

Freya was shocked, surprised that the mobile phone could still have a signal in such a quiet and remote place.

Remy looked around and saw the caller ID. Seeing that it was his father calling, he hurriedly threw away the syringe in his hands and took his cell phone outside to answer the call.

Remy went out but Freya was not relieved. Some things were just a matter of time. When Remy came back, the needle had to be inserted into her body after all.

No, she couldn’t just sit there waiting to die!

Freya shuffled around trying to find something to protect herself, but the room was so empty that there was not even a stool. She could not find anything to protect herself.

Looking up, Freya suddenly saw a key on the windowsill. Her eyes lit up.

It was most likely to be the key to the collar around her neck. As soon as she got the key, she would be free! With any luck, she would be able to deliver a knockout blow to Remy and get the hell out of here!

With this thought, Freya scrambled to the window.

Freya moved and pulled the wound on her body, causing a burning pain. But she gritted her teeth and crawled forward, thinking freedom was just around the corner.

The chain was stretched as far as it could reach, but her hand could not reach the key in the window.

Freya gasped. She couldn’t just give up.

She gritted her teeth and went forward, her neck almost choking, but she still tried to move forward.

Because she couldn’t reach it with her arms, she tried to lift her leg and kick the key off the windowsill.

Freya nervously watched Remy outside as she tried to get the key.

Remy didn’t come in. He seemed to have an emergency.

Freya was pulling out all the stops. This time she swept the key off the windowsill.

She got down on the ground, picked up the keys, and quickly opened the collar around her neck.

Freya was overjoyed that her body was finally free. She would have hurried out of the place, but it came to her mind that she must be recaptured by Remy.

After much effort, she suppressed the idea.

As long as Remy was here, she was not getting out of here unharmed.

Glancing at the needle on the table, Freya had an idea. She grabbed the needle and hid behind the door.

When Remy finished her phone call, she stormed into the room in a rage. Freya put out her foot, and Remy was caught off guard, tripping over her and falling heavily to the ground.

Freya watched her time and quickly sat on Remy. She took the needle in her hand and stabbed the rusty needle into Remy’s shoulder.

He wanted to make a fool of her, and now she would make a fool of him!

“Fuck self-defense! Freya, you can’t live happily if you don’t let me have a good time!”

As he spoke, Remy conjured up a cold, shiny knife. He brandished his knife and stabbed Freya.

“Go to hell!”

Before, Remy wanted to torture Freya and make her life a living hell, but now that he’d been injected with the drug, he had to kill Freya first!

Freya was surprised. She had no idea that Remy had a knife on him.

She was no match for Remy, and now that Remy had a knife, she was gonna die!

No!

She couldn’t die!

She had just injected Remy with the drug, and she had worked so hard to get this far, she couldn’t afford to give it up!

Freya stumbled back. She tried to get out of the cabin, but Remy was so close that she couldn’t walk away!

Remy grabbed Freya’s long hair and he pressed her firmly against the wall, his eyes flashing with ferocious anger.

“What a beautiful face! Freya, you care about your face, don’t you? Unfortunately, this face is now going to be ruined!”

With that, Remy, almost as hard as he could, slashed the knife into Freya’s face.

Killing someone was easy. Stabbing Freya to death was too easy for her. He wanted to destroy the best things for her, little by little, and let her die in despair and agony!