CHAPTER 813: CHAPTER 813: TRULY NOT AS RUTHLESS AS YOU

"Who?"

"Who’s speaking?"

Simon Hale looked around uneasily.

But aside from the bed where the faint light from the high window shone on "Mrs. Vance," everything was still shrouded in darkness.

He couldn’t see any other figures, nor hear any other sounds.

Just then, the female voice emerged from the darkness again.

"I’ve been calling you a half-wit, and you still don’t recognize who I am?"

Suddenly, Simon Hale thought of something, his face filled with fear.

"July Quinn? What are you doing here? What kind of trick are you trying to pull!"

If it were someone else, Simon might not have been this uneasy.

But July Quinn was someone who had defeated him multiple times, each time leaving him thoroughly defeated.

Now, Simon had no choice but to be unnerved by her.

"I’m not the one playing tricks; it’s you."

Simon continued to shout: "If you’ve got the guts, come out. Stop playing these empty games with me."

Speaking in the darkness left him feeling extremely insecure.

Perhaps in response to his words, the solitary dark cell suddenly became brightly lit as soon as his voice faded.

The sudden brightness was glaring.

Simon, who had been fumbling in the dark for a long time, found the light painfully blinding at first.

Once he adjusted to the light, he hastily looked for any sign of July Quinn and saw her standing outside the cell, dressed in a blue shirt dress with black ankle boots.

In her fair-skinned, otherworldly beauty, the otherwise unremarkable shirt dress seemed to gain an unexpected ethereal quality.

Yet seeing the woman who appeared effortlessly stunning even without makeup in the dead of night, Simon’s eyes held only terror, not admiration.

July Quinn glanced coldly at Simon, who looked significantly more haggard and seemed to have aged ten years in just half a month, before parting her red lips.

"I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already looking like you’re at a funeral. Do I look like a harbinger of death to you?"

"July Quinn, just say what you want to do."

Being caught by July Quinn in the prison, Simon had already prepared himself for the worst-case scenario of being arrested for murder.

Yet he didn’t know, in the presence of July Quinn, that this worst-case scenario was far from the end.

"You’ve already become a prisoner. If I wanted to do something to you, wouldn’t it be too cruel?"

July Quinn stepped forward slowly, the mermaid hem of her dress lightly swaying as she moved, exuding an ethereal aura.

But facing an angel, Simon’s face was full of vigilance.

Because for July Quinn to appear here at night, she must have bribed someone.

Perhaps, everyone around here was brought by her.

So he didn’t believe July Quinn’s nonsense about not wanting to do anything.

"Don’t think that by talking grandly, you can hide your malicious intent to destroy the Hale Family."

But just as Simon Hale finished his accusation, July Quinn laughed.

The laughter, unrestrained and echoing across the entire cell ceiling, became increasingly eerie.

"July Quinn, you..."

Simon, feeling unsettled by July Quinn’s laughter, wanted to ask what exactly she was laughing about.

But before he could voice his question, July Quinn spoke directly:

"If we’re talking about malicious intent to destroy the Hale Family, I really can’t compare to you."

Simon was filled with indignation.

Her malicious intent to destroy the Hale Family couldn’t compare to him, Simon?

She had already sent him and his daughter to prison, and had the audacity to say such things?

But before he could voice these complaints, Simon heard July continue: "After all, you’re the one who could even harm your own daughter!"

Simon almost instinctively retorted: "How could I possibly harm Rhonda, I..."

In truth, he wanted to say he had killed only an unimportant person.

But he worried that July Quinn was trying to bait him into talking, so he left his sentence unfinished.

But just then, July Quinn sneered, "Are you really sure the person lying there, injected by you, wasn’t your daughter?"