Chapter 286 Cake or Death
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Felix turned around and addressed the staff of the Lavete Grand Hotel. “They seem to love cake so much, so let’s give them their fill. Order a five–tier cake for each person. Have them cat here at the Lavette Grand Hotel for a month. They can’t leave until they finish it.
After saying that, he scooped up Lauren and strode out of the private room, leaving behind a group of people shivering in fear. Although the cake was delicious, the idea of having to eat it continuously for a month–and a five–tier cake at that–was daunting. Not to mention, cakes were famously fattening: the thought of how much weight they had gained was terrifying.
As Felix and Lauren reached the entrance of the hotel, they bumped into Josh and Mia.
Seeing Lauren’s disheveled appearance, Mia’s heart leaped into her throat.
“What happened to Laurie?” she asked.
With tears in het
eyes, Marilyn recounted the events that had unfolded in the room.
Mia’s fists clenched instantly. Do thugs just flock to Laurie Why did she always end up encountering the worst of peopley Mr. Brooker’s punishment seemed far too lenient.
These people need someone to deal with them, and I’ll make sure they never forget it,” Mia vowed, a murderous glint in her eyes. Josh, standing beside her, frowned deeply. He knew Mia’s methods well; they were bloody and brutal, verging on criminal.
He grabbed Mia’s arm and shook his head at her.
Mia shook off his grip and marched back to the private room.
In her hand, a butterfly knife spun at her fingertips, its blade catching the light and reflecting her icy
demeanor.
The hotel manager had already prepared the cakes.
“What are you all staring at? Eat!” Mia commanded coldly, devoid of emotion.
Callum’s face fell, and his hands trembled as he broke off a large chunk of cake and shoved it into his mouth.
His cheeks puffed out like a frog’s, and he chewed laboriously, soon choking and rolling his eyes back as he made gurgling sounds.
His eyes, filled with pain and pleading, met Mia’s icy stare, which only grew colder.
Before he could recover, Mia kicked his leg, and Callum collapsed with a thud, his piece of cake falling to the ground.
“Pick it up and eat it!” Mia’s knife pressed against his neck, drawing a trickle of blood.
Terrified, Callum obeyed, picking up the dust–covered cake and swallowing it down.
Taylor never imagined that Mia, that wretch, would be friends with Lauren, another wretch.
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Faced with the pile of cakes, her stomach was already in turmoil.
She forced herself to take a bite, and the overly sweet ste instantly spread in her mouth, overwhelming her sensitive nerves.
She couldn’t help but retch.
“I said, eat what you spit out,” Mia stated as she glared a Taylor, who was now crying in despair, trembling as she scooped up the vile mixture of vomit and cake crumbs and shoved it back into her mouth, her face a mess of tears and cake.
Timothy and several others were as pale as ghosts, their bellies distended like balloons. With each swallow of cake, they felt like their stomachs would burst,
“Please… we can’t eat anymore,” Callum–sobbed, his voice trembling. His cheeks bulged with cake, cream oozing from the corners of his mouth, mixing with his tears in a pitiful sight.
Mia sneered coldly, her smile chilling to the bone. “Now you beg for mercy? Too late!”
With that, she swung her butterfly knife, stabbing precisely into Callum’s thigh.
“Ah!” Callum screamed, his legs buckling as he fell to the ground, begging for mercy.
The intense pain darkened his vision, yet he dared not stop chewing, his sobs muffled by the cake in his mouth.
The others looked on in terror, mechanically stuffing cake into their mouths, their faces smeared with cream. They ate silently, tears tracing paths through the frosting on their faces.
The sounds of chewing, retching, and crying echoed throughout the private foom.
Mia, knife in hand, paced leisurely around the room, cutting down anyone who disobeyed, like a grim
reaper.
Josh watched this version of Mia, feeling like she was a stranger to him.
The Mia he had first met appeared as pure and sweet as the driven snow. But who could have guessed that such a seemingly innocent demeanor was merely a carefully crafted facade?
In reality, she was more like a hidden dagger, ready to strike anyone who dared provoke her or her friends.
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