Chapter 282: Assassination attempt
Gianna lifted her gaze. The hooded man stood at the edge of the pit, a shovel in his hands. This man was supposed to take her to safety. He was supposed to help her escape. But instead, he was burying her alive.
Her body trembled violently. "What are you doing?" she shrieked, scrambling to her feet, only for more dirt to fall onto her shoulders. "Madam Lydia sent you to save me! And you—you’re trying to kill me!"
The man paused for a brief moment, his grip tightening around the shovel. Then, with a smirk, he delivered the truth with chilling finality.
"Wrong," he said coldly. "She gave me clear instructions—to finish you." And with that, he shoved another heap of soil down onto her.
"Agh!" Gianna cried out, scrambling to the farthest corner of the grave.
As the man continued to throw soil into the grave, Gianna’s desperation grew. "I can’t die here. I have to get out."
Panic surged through her veins as she frantically scanned her surroundings, searching for anything—anything—that could help her escape. Her wild gaze landed on a thick, gnarled root jutting out from the dirt wall.
Hope flickered in her chest like a dying flame.
Without wasting another second, she lunged toward it, her fingers wrapping tightly around the rough bark. She gritted her teeth and pulled with all her strength, her feet scrambling against the loose soil for support.
But the grave was deep, the earth too soft.
Her grip slipped. She cried out as she slid back down and hit the ground with a thud, the jagged bark tearing at her palms. Pain seared through her hands.