Chapter 1955 Harboring Ill Intentions 2“Repentance?” Elisa looked at Scarface as if she was looking at a fool.
“The one who killed him was Mr. Carrerra. If you're close to Nieve, take your anger out on Mr. Carrerra.
What are you trying to do by making me repent here?” Elisa looked at Scarface, puzzled.
In reality, Scarface was the embodiment of the saying “Bully the weak and fear the strong.”
He was well aware that it was Mr. Carrerra who killed Nieve. However, he hypnotized himself to blame
all problems on Elisa.
In order to maintain peace of mind, Elisa had nothing much to say to such people.
She stared at the spoiled pasta and sighed.
She had no idea when she would be rescued or when the best opportunity would come.
The only thing she was certain of was that opportunities were reserved for those who were prepared.
It would be bad if she was hungry when she needed to escape, so she wanted to grab that bowl of
pasta.
Scarface was so annoyed and embarrassed by Elisa's words that he “accidentally” dropped the bowl
just as Elisa was about to take it.
The pasta was scattered all over the floor. The stench grew stronger. Elisa couldn't help but retch.
Seeing Elisa in such distress, Scarface felt a perverse pleasure and immediately smirked.
“Do you want to eat? Then eat off the ground!” Scarface said to Elisa in a nearly hysterical tone.
Elisa glanced at him, remaining silent.
The feeling of being ignored made Scarface feel provoked. He menacingly moved closer to Elisa.
Elisa watched him warily, stepping back gradually, her voice steady but laced with a hint of disdain.
“What are you doing?”
Scarface sneered, pointing at himself. “What am I doing? F*cking you, of course!”
Elisa frowned, remaining silent.
Scarface spoke to himself. “I'll tell you the truth. You were originally going to be sold to Moranta to
become a prostitute. That's why I think I should have some fun first after watching you for so long.” As
Scarface spoke, he reached out and touched Elisa's face.
His touch made Elisa feel a wave of nausea, so much so that she started to throw up.
Since she hadn't eaten much, there was nothing in her stomach, so she just threw up some yellow
liquid. Perhaps it included the cause of her cold.
Scarface scowled.
He glanced down at his dirtied clothes, his features scrunched up in displeasure. Then he looked at
Elisa. “Did you do this on purpose, you b*tch?”
Eliso wos still retching, unoble to stond up stroight ot oll.
She woved her hond to indicote thot it wosn't the cose.
She didn't do it on purpose. After oll, she still hod to stoy there ofter Scorfoce left.
Therefore, she wos the lost person who would wont to dirty the ploce.
She wos disgusted, ond she wos ill, but thot wos fine.
Scorfoce looked disgusted, losing ony interest in thinking obout onything else. He pointed ot Eliso ond
worned, “You better not try ony tricks. Just woit obediently to become o bride in Moronto.”
His response wos met with onother retch.
Scorfoce wos frightened ond hurriedly ron out, feoring Eliso would vomit on him ogoin.
After he left, the spoce suddenly felt much more exponsive, ond the oir circuloted freely.
Groduolly, Eliso no longer felt so nouseous. She leoned ogoinst the corner of the woll, gozing out the window, lost in thought. I wonder how Rochel
is doing now, whether she hos been discovered by Goreth ond his people. Where is Goreth? Will he be
onxious if he con't find me?
Elisa was still retching, unable to stand up straight at all.
She waved her hand to indicate that it wasn't the case.
She didn't do it on purpose. After all, she still had to stay there after Scarface left.
Therefore, she was the last person who would want to dirty the place.
She was disgusted, and she was ill, but that was fine.
Scarface looked disgusted, losing any interest in thinking about anything else. He pointed at Elisa and
warned, “You better not try any tricks. Just wait obediently to become a bride in Moranta.”
His response was met with another retch.
novelbinScarface was frightened and hurriedly ran out, fearing Elisa would vomit on him again.
After he left, the space suddenly felt much more expansive, and the air circulated freely.
Gradually, Elisa no longer felt so nauseous. She leaned against the corner of the wall, gazing out the window, lost in thought. I wonder how Rachel
is doing now, whether she has been discovered by Gareth and his people. Where is Gareth? Will he be
anxious if he can't find me?