Chapter 1205: Not her
"This room, this mansion, your people... I think it’s a fitting revenge."
Hera watched the fire in Florence’s eyes blaze up. For a second, she almost doubted Florence was injured with how they flared up upon hearing Hera’s teasing.
’This woman...’she thought. ’All she really cares about is what’s hers.’
Hera checked her wristwatch, only to see they were thirty minutes ahead of what they expected. She smacked her lips, thinking she still had to buy herself some time.
"Say, Florence." After another moment, Hera’s voice pierced through the silent air. "If I come out of here, do you think your people are waiting for me outside, ready to shoot me to oblivion the second they see my shadow?"
Florence scorned, but she didn’t answer. She would rather stop her bleeding and last for as long as she could. Gazing down at her leg, Florence reached for the hem of her dress to rip it. She used the fabric around her leg and tied it as tightly as she could.
"Feeling better now?" Hera asked before she raised her rifle, and without further ado, shot Florence’s other leg.
"Ah!!!" Florence whimpered. This time, tears brimmed her eyes.
"Tie it again and I’ll show you where you’ll tie next."