Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 188

"Turn off the engine," Giselle said.

Anne shot her a suspicious look. "It's boiling outside. What's wrong with leaving the air-conditioning on? Cut the crap and just say what you came to say. Get the hell out of my car while you're at it. Don't dirty it."

Giselle glanced at her indifferently and asked, "You were the one who locked the cold storage door last night, didn't you?"

"Don't you dare accuse me! If I wanted to harm someone, it would've just been you. Why would I risk killing Donovan too? I think you were just trying to stage some twisted suicide pact!

Giselle let out a cold laugh. "Yeah? Unfortunately for you, Donovan just happened to be there. He almost died because of you. You must be kicking yourself over that, right?"

"Can you shut up already?" Anne snapped, losing patience. "I didn't drive all the way here to listen to your nonsense! What did Donovan say to you in the cold storage room? Tell me now!"

Instead of answering, Giselle just stared intently at her.

The stare unsettled Anne, so she snapped, "Bitch, what the hell are you trying to…"

Before she could finish, Giselle suddenly pressed the damp cloth that she had been holding in her right hand hard against Anne's mouth and nose.

Anne thrashed instinctively, but Giselle held the cloth down with brutal force, giving her no chance to fight back.

In less than a minute, the chemicals on the damp cloth had taken effect. Anne's limbs went limp, her strength drained, and her consciousness clouded. Although she hadn't lost consciousness, she could only stare helplessly at Giselle.

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