The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson

Chapter

169

The tape sped up, and after ten minutes, several cars arrived, from which emerged people dressed in black, accompanied by a blonde teenager. They all entered the room, and minutes later, the teenager reappeared carrying the lifeless body of the previously kidnapped girl.

"It looks like you remember that day quite well," a voice came from inside the car, sounding eerily familiar. The screen now showed their lawyer, accompanied by Deborah and a strange blonde.

"You... what the hell does this mean?" Vanessa demanded, frowning.

"Damn it, was this your doing, you mute?" Frederick's voice was distorted.

"First of all, your insults are no longer valid because I can speak now. And second, this wasn't my doing. I'm just a mere spectator," Deborah replied calmly.

"What... what do you mean?" Vanessa's voice showed growing concern.

"I believe you said you'd pay whatever it took," Brandon said through the voice distorter.

"Wait... you..." Frederick's fear grew as he realized they could hear him, which meant they might have. overheard their earlier conversation.

"I think it's time to collect on the favor you received, don't you agree?" Brandon said.

"And what do you want in exchange?" Vanessa asked.

"We want your lives," Herman stated flatly.

"What?!"

"It's the least we can ask after everything you've done to all three of us," Brandon declared.

"All three of us?" Frederick repeated.

"That poor girl you murdered was my girlfriend," Herman said.

"Not to mention what you did to Deborah's mother and grandfather," Brandon added. "And let's not forget the betrayal you inflicted on my father with that fake job," he said.

"Father..." Vanessa whispered, terrified.

"That's right. As you can understand, it took me years to set up this grand scenario... but now it's time for the curtain to rise with you as the stars in this play called my revenge," Brandon declared, noticing how his words frightened the couple. "It seems you've managed to anger the wrong people, Deborah said.

"Ah... I see," Frederick said, glaring at Deborah. "This is all your fault. You hired Vox to have us killed, and that money-hungry fool accepted your request, ignoring our previous arrangement."

"You're exaggerating. You're giving yourself too much credit," Brandon said.

""What?"

"There was no need for her to invest any money in this lite fu