Seize His Little Wife

That evening, Molly Bort received a carefully packaged delivery box.

The courier was initially received by Aunt Lucy, who saw that the recipient was Molly Bort.

Molly Bort looked at the box in front of her, “Who sent this?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“How should I know.” Aunt Lucy rolled her eyes and answered her with a bad attitude.

Molly Bort is naturally very angry, but after so many years, this old woman is deeply valued by Baird Lane, even if she is angry, she can only endure.

“All right, you go down.” Molly Bort didn’t want to see Aunt Lucy, so she let her go.

Aunt Lucy glanced coldly at the corner of her mouth, not wanting to stay much longer yet, and turned back to the kitchen.

After Aunt Lucy left, Molly Bort gave a stern glare in the direction she’d left before sitting down in a slightly softer mood before picking up the fruit knife on the coffee table and starting to unwrap the delivery.

After unwrapping it, she put down the knife and took the contents out, realizing that it was actually still a box.

This box was only the size of a palm, or wood, with a layer of fiery red paint on the outside, and it was also unevenly painted, making the whole box look very ugly, and there was also a burning odor coming out from inside.

So what the hell is in here?

And who is this from?

Molly Bort frowned suspiciously, feeling a little uneasy inside.

She looked at the red box in her hand warily, intuiting that what was inside was definitely not something good, and the person who had sent it certainly didn’t have good intentions.

Normally, she would have thrown it away and not looked at it.

But Molly Bort couldn’t hold back her inner curiosity and finally decided to open the box.

She wanted to see what the hell was in it, and if it was a prank sent by someone to mess with her.

She did know that the dodgy people on the internet were clamoring to send her razor blades or something, so maybe this stuff was from those people.

Thinking, Molly Bort bit her lip and opened the box.

However, the box had just opened a crack when the smell of burning hit her nose, causing her to cringe and almost vomit.

But in the end she held her breath and sped up to open the box.

The box opened and the contents rolled out in a dark heap that just happened to fall into her lap.

“What the hell?” Molly Bort jumped in surprise, then subconsciously looked down.

After seeing the true face of the thing, she stood up instantly in fear and let out a scream with a pale face.

Aunt Lucy in the kitchen heard her scream with horror and was startled enough to go out with a spatula.

“What happened?” Aunt Lucy inquired sharply as she entered the living room.

In the living room, Molly Bort stood in front of the coffee table, her body shivering continuously, her face pale and bloodless, and her eyes undisguisedly fearful, as if she had seen something extremely terrible.

This kind of Molly Bort was uncomfortable for Aunt Lucy, where had she ever seen a Molly Bort scared like this.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Aunt Lucy poked Molly Bort with a spatula.

Molly Bort didn’t respond.

Aunt Lucy looked around and didn’t see anything suspicious, she got upset and put on her old face, “What the hell are you doing, nothing is not screaming, as well as putting on this look, who are you scaring?”

“She’s back …” Molly Bort suddenly reacted.

Aunt Lucy heard and froze, “What? What did you say?”

“She’s back.” Molly Bort’s body trembled even more, and her face was as full of scorn as it was of nerves, “She’s come back to get her revenge on me …”

“Who? Who came back to get revenge on you?” Aunt Lucy was still filled with confusion.

Molly Bort stiffened and turned her neck, her eyes looked over vacantly, and her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something.

But in the next second, her eyes suddenly went white and her body fell backwards.

Thud.

Molly Bort collapsed to the floor, unconscious, as Aunt Lucy looked on in dismay.

Aunt Lucy was confused, “What happened? Why did she pass out? You’re not faking it, are you?”

So thinking, Aunt Lucy kicked Molly Bort on the ground with her toe.

Molly Bort didn’t respond.

This time Aunt Lucy is sure that she is really fainted, the look also became serious, “really fainted … But fainting is fainting, why do you have to faint here, and now you have to labor me.”

Aunt Lucy muttered disgruntledly as she crouched her body to check on Molly Bort.

When she saw a note cupped in Molly Bort’s hand, she gave a puzzled eep, “What’s this?”

Curious, Aunt Lucy pulled the note out of Molly Bort’s hand, held it up to her eyes, and took a look at the seven words on it, which made her gasp.

I’m back, murderer!

What the hell is going on here?

Where did this note come from?

Could it be …

Thinking of the delivery she just received, Aunt Lucy hurriedly looked towards the coffee table and understood everything when she saw the red like blood-stained box on the coffee table.

The delivery that just came in was a threatening letter that someone sent specifically to Molly Bort.

Why would a threatening letter be in a box though?

Was there something else in the box at the time?

Thinking about this, Aunt Lucy hurriedly looked around and finally saw a black mass in the shadow of the coffee table’s legs.

She reached out and picked up the black object, which felt soft in her hand, like she was holding a lump of flesh.

It can’t really be meat, can it?

With this in mind, Aunt Lucy spread out what she had gotten, and when she saw what it was, she was so scared that she just threw the thing out.

It’s really meat. It’s actually a burnt dead rat!

“This … This …” Aunt Lucy was so shocked she didn’t know what to say.

It’s another dead rat and a threatening letter.

This is a big deal.

Aunt Lucy stood up in a hurry, fished out her cell phone and called Baird Lane, telling him exactly what happened.

Baird Lane, after hearing this, also realized the seriousness of the situation and put off the meeting to drive back, returning with a doctor by his side in addition to Gates.

“Where’s Molly Bort?” Baird Lane asked Aunt Lucy as she walked into the living room.

Aunt Lucy pointed upstairs, “I sent someone to their room.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d and took the doctor upstairs to diagnose Molly Bort.

After some diagnosis, Baird Lane looked at the unconscious Molly Bort and inquired of the doctor, “How is she?”

“Nothing’s wrong, just passed out from shock.” The doctor replied.

“Shocked?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

The doctor nodded, “Yes, she overproduced hormones in her kidneys and was in a very severe shock, plus she may have had insomnia recently and was in a constant state of mental tightness, she fainted after being startled.” The doctor explained.

Baird Lane nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.

The doctor gave Molly Bort a sleeping injection and left some stabilizing medication, then excused himself.

After the doctor left, Baird Lane didn’t stay in Molly Bort’s room much longer and went downstairs as well.

“Where’s the stuff?” Baird Lane looked to Aunt Lucy.

Aunt Lucy knew what he was asking and handed a red box up, “This is the delivery Molly Bort received.”

Baird Lane took the box and, without more ado, simply opened it, exposing the charred rat inside along with the white slip of paper.

Aunt Lucy said, “Originally both were outside and I sent Molly Bort to her room before I came down and put both back in the box.”

Baird Lane remained silent, frowning as he lifted the note out, his eyes darkening at the line on it.

Gates behind him saw it too and couldn’t help but speak up, “Murderer ….. … President Lane, that doesn’t mean that Molly Bort actually killed someone, does it?”