The Woman From Hell
Chapter 907

Chapter 907

After looking around me and not seeing Munchkin, I looked at Mason before asking with an icy gaze," Where's Munchkin?"

"You have a lot of guts, don't you?” Mason did not answer the question.

At this moment, I realized that Mason was here to settle debts with me, or perhaps with Theo.

"Do you want to kill me?"

I looked at him, not as afraid as I thought I would be.

There was a debt between Mason and Theo. I always knew that.

I thought he would continue to harm Theo and Grant Corporation, but I did not expect this debt to end up on my head.

He put one leg over the other knee in a languid demeanor. He looked at me, asking, "Aren't you afraid?"

I returned the question, "Should I be afraid?"

He raised his eyebrows, saying meaningfully, "Do you want to know where Munchkin is?" "Where?"

I figured I was the most cooperative victim ever.

Seeing that I did not reveal the slightest fear on my face and how calm I was, Mason was bored. He said with an unkind expression, "Don’t you want to ask why?”

I asked, "Why?”

He grew a little irritable. "I really have no idea why Theo even likes you. You're both boring and slow."

I pursed my lips and said no more.

I thought inwardly about the chances of my body being found if I died here.

In other words, I would be found only a few days after my death.

Seeing me looking around in a daze, he fiddled with his phone as if talking to himself, “Munchkin is safe. Nadia has brought him to another place, so you don't have to worry.”

I nodded and looked at him, sighing. "You're such a great actor.”

When I first saw him, I really thought Munchkin went missing.

I only suspected him later out of my instincts as a woman.

Mason smirked, gloating a little. "Thanks. You wouldn't believe me if my acting was subpar, no?"

I looked at him, not saying a word.

Munchkin was his son, after all. He was not going to kill him.

Hence, I simply waited to see what he planned to do next.

Mason touched his cheek and said with a smile, "She scratched her face when she jumped into the river back then. I hope to see the exact same scar on your face."

I frowned. "Who is this 'she' you're speaking of?"

Mason did not intend to answer. He pulled out a dagger from his pants pocket and threw it at my feet." Do it yourself."

I did not move and merely looked at him.