Chapter 28 Conspiracy to Kill Stories Part 4: New and Old
She is going to kill her.
From the day she knew she existed, she wanted to kill her.And from the first time she saw her, she knew she existed.
Her existence, and her existence, are consistent.
(There are two of her, watch carefully.)
They exist in the same situation, which is why she knows her existence at a glance.
The big jewelry store has a room dedicated to receiving VIPs, and she met her in the VIP reception room.She had only come in not long ago, and she was carefully inspecting a square diamond and receiving an explanation from the clerk.She has already selected a string of pearl necklaces, each with a diameter of one centimeter from the South China Sea, a total of twenty-five. She said to the manager in a sweet voice: He said, twenty-five years old, buy a string of twenty-five A necklace of five pearls as a birthday present︱
The manager agreed casually. She heard it a little bit harshly, and raised her eyes slightly to look.Twenty-five years old, of course younger than her, but also beautiful, with a brow full of happiness.However, it can be seen that this kind of happiness came out of nowhere. She is stroking the pearl's hand, which looks rough. It can be seen that her life was not very good before she was qualified to walk into such a jewelry store.But she will always have the opportunity to walk into such a jewelry store.Because she is curvy and beautiful.
She also found that she was being stared at, and her expression was a bit reserved, as if she knew that her hands would reveal some secrets, so she flinched for a moment.
She turned back and looked at the diamond. Just in front of her, there was a mirror. She saw herself in the mirror, and it turned out to be a look of jealousy, which surprised her: What are you jealous of?Twenty-nine years old is no different from twenty-five years old, beautiful, isn't she beautiful?
Seen from the mirror, the manager had put the pearl necklace into the deep purple velvet box. She took out the shiny golden credit card from the expensive handbag, and the manager took it.
At that moment, she knew that they were the same existence. She saw the number on the credit card, which was very close to hers, indicating that it was an additional card attached to a certain main card.
She understood that she and she are both his subordinates, she is the new subordinate and she is the old subordinate.No wonder it's been a long time since I saw him. It turned out that she looked away and saw herself in the mirror again. Not only was she full of jealousy, but also extremely obvious hatred. A chilling killing intent!
She took the velvet box from the manager, turned her head, and they looked at each other. It must be her fierce look that frightened her, so she turned her head quickly, not facing her.
She even let out a sneer uncontrollably, and long before the sneer, she had made up her mind:
She is going to kill her!
Seeing her go out, she put down the diamond and followed her out. At the entrance of the jewelry company, there was a luxury car and a driver in uniform. Everything was exactly the same as her!
This made her clenched her fists: she must be killed!
It didn't take long for her to find out very clearly: where she lived, he went to her place three or five times a week (thinking of every time he asked him to be rejected, she gritted her teeth with hatred), she naturally knew, Given the amount of his property, having a few more mistresses is nothing at all, and it is inevitable, but she just can't bear her changing from new to old, she must get rid of the person who made her change from new to old, she is her sworn enemy.
Hatred made her have the intention to kill, and also gave her the courage to kill, she wanted to kill her with her own hands!
She prepared a very sharp knife and kept that knife with her all the time. She knew that the chance of killing people would be fleeting. sliced.
She waited and waited, and it was a cold night, outside her house, as he came out, got into his car, and was driven away by a driver in livery.She went upstairs, rang the bell, and after a simple answer, the door opened.
(She is disguised in a chauffeur's uniform and hat.)
(The simple answer is:
who?
I, driver, sir, asked me to come and get something. )
She opened the door with a tired face, wearing a silk robe. It is not an easy task to make a man come and flirt frequently. The price she has to pay is probably not lower than that of a first-class gymnast.
When she saw that it was not the driver who opened the door, it was already too late. The sharp knife in her hand had already pierced her heart until it reached the handle. She let go of her hand and watched her eyes widen. Looking forward with a very strange expression, he backed up to a table, then lowered his head, as if examining the handle of a knife protruding from his heart.
Even without seeing blood, she had fulfilled her wish to kill.
She withdrew quickly, and it wasn't until she entered the bar that her heart started beating wildly. In front of the bar cabinet, she pointed to a bottle of expensive wine and motioned the bartender to give her the whole bottle.
The bartender cast a puzzled look at her. Panting for breath, she took out a shiny golden credit card and slapped it on the cabinet hard.
Beside her, there was a very attractive woman in her thirties who was drinking. She suddenly turned around, stared at the credit card, and looked at her again.
She was startled suddenly, she had seen the expression on that woman's face before in the jewelry store, and she had seen such an expression and murderous intent in the mirror!