The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 265: As I was saying… can you do it?

"She’s my wife. Can you kill her?"

Wife?

Marcus let out a ridiculing scoff, running his tongue across his inner cheek. Was this person one of Fil’s admirers?

After Fil started taking care of herself and changed her wardrobe, Marcus met countless men who admired Fil. For one, many bachelors during Felix Hale’s birthday celebration had shown deep interest in her.

But then, the stranger told him to kill her.

Marcus squinted. "Are you a crazy stalker?" he mocked. "Do you think killing is a joke? Whoever you are, I’m impressed with how you got in here. But considering I’m not here most of the time, the security had quite lax."

"Look." His voice changed, looking at Quentin with a serious face. "I will not press charges if you get out of my property. I understand you like Fil, but we’re not dating anymore."

Quentin didn’t say anything and simply tilted his head to the side. Shadow cast on his face, making it hard for Marcus to remember his face. However, Marcus could feel the man’s observant and intent gaze.

Marcus felt a little disconcerted and self-conscious, straightening his back to appear taller. He also puffed his chest out, a defense mechanism to show he wasn’t afraid of this intruder.

"Don’t wait for me to call for security," he warned. "I can take you out on my own and under the law, even if I ended up killing you, I will not be held responsible. After all, you snuck into my property and I’m merely defending myself from an intruder."

Again, silence was all he got.

This irritated Marcus, but he didn’t want to turn his back on him. Who knows what this guy would do the moment he did?

"Butler Frank!" Marcus yelled as loud as he could, eyes kept on the intruder. "Butler Frank, call the security! An intruder got into the house!"

Marcus waited for the sound of footfalls approaching, but nothing came. Normally, whenever he raised his voice, Butler Frank would immediately come to him. This time, Marcus yelled so loud he could hear his voice echo. But the Butler didn’t come.

"Butler Frank —!"

"He won’t come." After a long silence, Quentin talked. His voice was calm and unperturbed.

The lines on Marcus’s brows tightened. "What?"

"The Butler, the three maids, the gardener, that young errand boy, and the two security guards... they won’t come." Quentin listed, his words were slow and clear. "They’re dead."

Marcus’s back stiffened as he now felt this sense of dread creeping up his spine.

They’re dead?

How could they be dead?

Doubt flickered across his eyes, thinking this intruder came from the window. The study office in this villa was on the first floor and it was late. It could be all the servants had fallen asleep or perhaps he drugged them.

Marcus couldn’t just believe this stranger’s words. A scheming man like Marcus could think of many ways why everyone seemed to have been so quiet. After all, it had only been an hour since he saw Butler Frank. If this man killed them in just an hour, Marcus would’ve heard something.

Thinking this, Marcus huffed out from his chest.

"What do you want?" he asked once more. "Money? How much?"

But Quentin fell silent again. The longer he stayed quiet, the more eerie the night felt and the louder the silence got. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

The tick of the clock sounded louder with every passing second Quentin didn’t speak. Even the beat of his heart sounded louder, Marcus could almost hear it in his ear. Instinctively, Marcus took a careful step back.

"Filomena."

Just as Marcus managed to take a step distance from the man, Quentin suddenly took a step forward.

"Or perhaps death’s too easy." A subtle smile appeared on Quentin’s lazy face. "Perhaps what I want is her misery. A misery so agonizing she’ll lose her mind and tear her head apart."

Quentin’s voice laced with lust for blood and the brief chuckle at the end of his remarks could send a shiver down one’s spine.

Marcus couldn’t help but think this guy was mad.

"If you want to do that, why don’t you do it?" Marcus took another careful step back. "Kidnap her or take her hostage. She lives alone. As long as you send her family a message, they won’t notice something is off."

Marcus raised a brow as he took another step back. "I can introduce you to some people."

If Marcus was sure this intruder wasn’t armed, he would’ve fought him in a brawl. However, even if Marcus was confident with his fighting skills, he would be no match against a gun. A bullet was faster, after all.

"Hmm." Quentin hummed as if he was reconsidering. "But inflicting her with physical pain is useless. She’s a resilient person. The only way to hurt her is to... hurt those important to her."

"What?" Marcus paused again, only to resume creating more distance from him.

The room was dark and even though there was moonlight shining through the window, his action wasn’t very noticeable.

"Mr. Arkwright, do you think if I wanted to cage her, I cannot?" Quentin frowned but still exercised patience. "Like I said, I want her to agonize. And for that to happen, it’s much better if she blames herself for the tragedy that fell upon those she dared keep in her heart aside from me."

Marcus snorted, grasping the idea the man was proposing. What Quentin wanted wasn’t Fil’s death, but the death of all the people around her. That included her family and friends.

Now, Marcus was certain Quentin was mad.

"You are not a foolish man to not understand my words..."

While Quentin was talking, Marcus glanced at the door. He steadily created distance from the man until he was near the exit. Hence, taking advantage of the fact Quentin was "distracted" Marcus ran for his life.

However, the second Marcus opened the door, he stopped.

There, right across from him, was Butler Frank’s body. The butler’s eyes and mouth were still open, his back against the wall, a tray with spilled tea on his lap, and blood on his white blouse coming from his hollowed chest.

Suddenly, Marcus caught a face slowly coming from his back to his side from his peripheral.

"As I was saying... can you do it?"