Chapter 1427

After hearing Maeve's words, the smile on Samuel's face gradually faded, replaced by a cold, emotionless expression. "Do you think I don't have the guts to kill you?" With that, Samuel twisted the knife in the wound on Maeve's shoulder. Sweat started to bead on her forehead, and her complexion began to pale, but there was no sign of her giving in. Seeing this, Sheldon ignored his own injuries and charged forward. Samuel frowned slightly. He released the knife and delivered a powerful kick to Sheldon's chest. Sheldon felt as if a truck had just run over him, as the impact was painful and overwhelming. But despite the agony, his gaze remained fixed on Maeve, who was losing consciousness not far away. Sheldon knew—if this kept up, they were all doomed, so he kept striking at Samuel. At that moment, Maeve's blood was dripping from her shoulder, and it fell onto the gemstone in her palm. The gemstone seemed to respond to the blood, as its faint white glow gradually turned red.