Chapter 581

Chapter 581:
He wasn’t bluffing. He hadn’t planned to keep his word anyway. Killing her now or later made no difference to him. He’d ended many lives before. One more wouldn’t matter. Fresh chapters posted on ⓝovelFind.net
But she simply laughed—a sound filled with something that cut deeper than mockery.
It was pity. Pure, undisguised pity directed at him.
“Oh, Egbert Perez,” she said quietly. “People spoke of you long before you ever set foot in Flesta. Ruthless. Wild. Unpredictable. But do you know what I see when I look at you?” She held his gaze. “I see a man drowning in tragedy.”
Egbert’s rage intensified, the cold metal of his weapon digging mercilessly into her temple. Yet she remained as serene as still water, untouched by the storm of his fury.
“I believe you’ve been orchestrating elaborate charades,” she said, gentle laughter rippling through her voice. “Though these performances are stained crimson with horror and dread. I cannot fathom what treasures you’ve sacrificed or what demons torment your spirit within. However, I perceive that your celebrated mastery over fate and your reputation for wild unpredictability mask nothing more than a desperate hunt for something—or someone—to heal the gaping wound in your essence. I name this affliction helplessness.”
Her voice grew softer, more knowing. “You yearn to shield certain people yet find yourself inadequate; you chase dreams that slip through your fingers like smoke, crave another’s complete devotion while they merely exploit your vulnerabilities for their own advancement. Thus, you’ve crafted these elaborate spectacles as outlets for the tempest raging in your chest.”
Egbert’s memory burned with the white-hot fury that had consumed him in that moment. His finger had trembled against the trigger, a heartbeat away from releasing the bullet that would scatter her thoughts across the floor.
She had stripped bare his most guarded secrets, laid his wounded soul open to the light, and then dared to regard him with compassion. The truth was unbearable.
𝖀𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 ⲋ𝛼𝓁ⲛ𝓸ⴝ𝖊𝓁𝓈﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Refusing to acknowledge her insight, he twisted his features into a contemptuous sneer, his words dripping with venomous mockery. “And what’s the point of all this? Huh? You think you’ve figured me out? And you—what can you do now? You do realize that even if I shoot you right here, that contract still might not be signed. So what does that make you? Powerless too, right?”
“Hahaha!” Savage laughter erupted from his throat as he gazed down at her with cruel satisfaction. “All your eloquent speeches, yet they ultimately spring from terror of the grave, don’t they? Grovel before me, Millie. Plead for me to preserve your miserable existence so you can flee back to your little Brandon!”
But no entreaties fell from her lips.
She offered no defense, no desperate arguments. Instead, she embraced the truth with startling grace.
“Indeed, I am without strength,” she simply acknowledged. “It is precisely because I have walked through that wilderness of helplessness myself that I recognize the landscape of your current torment. I comprehend it entirely.” Millie looked at him, her eyes slightly reddened, yet a faint smile still rested on her lips.
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