Chapter 236

And then they beat him up too. One of his fingers had been badly cut by a broken vase—Denise still remembered that wound vividly. So... this finger was Justin’s... Her face went completely pale, drained of all color, like the life had been sucked out of her. What the hell did they do to Justin? Why were they being this cruel?! Just then, her phone rang. It was Samantha. "Denise, got my package? Like the present I sent you? Bet that was a shocker, huh?" Samantha’s voice oozed smugness over the line. "You’re sick, Samantha!" Denise yelled, almost choking on her own voice. Tears streamed nonstop down her face, her chest tight with grief and rage. "You little tramp, that’s just a warm-up. If you still don’t pack up and leave Seaville, then tomorrow, maybe a hand… maybe an eye... or a nose, will be waiting for you. I’ll keep sending pieces until you finally get lost," Samantha sneered. Denise broke down, sobbing. "Samantha, I’m begging you, please let Justin go. Come at me if you have a pro