Chapter 315

The howling wind brought with it a piercing cold. Jacqueline only had threadbare clothes to begin with, so she wasn't exactly resistant to the cold. Now that she was trussed up mid-air and tormented by the freezing wind, it was likely that she would eventually succumb to hypothermia. Thus, when they had flown for about 30 minutes, Lawrence intended to tell Stephen it was time to let her go. Jacqueline might not make it if this continued. "Does Mr. Jacobson want her dead?" Lawrence thought to himself. He couldn't help but shoot hesitant glances at Stephen. He wasn't hesitating out of pity for Jacqueline. In his opinion, the torment Jacqueline was enduring was nothing in comparison to the atrocities she had done. Jacqueline was undoubtedly a monster with blood on her hands, but it wouldn't look good on Stephen if she were to die in his hands. After all, he had Ralph and Rowena to answer to if that were to come to pass. Stephen remained expressionless, showing no intention of showi