Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 863

Back in the room, after Allen left, Sophie kept her gaze locked entirely on Wiona. If looks could kill, Wiona would have already been sliced into a thousand pieces without hesitation.

"Wiona, you finally fell into my hands," Sophie sneered. "No one is going to save you tonight." She reached out and grabbed a handful of Wiona's long hair, intending to drag her directly across the floor to the sofa.

The Shadow immediately stepped forward and blocked her path. "What are you planning? I can help you move her." In his mind, he thought that if such a beautiful woman had her scalp torn bald, she would look terribly ugly even as a corpse.

Sophie looked up at the exceptionally plain and ugly man standing before her. Frowning in disgust, she let go of Wiona's hair. "Tie her to the sofa. I want her to watch with her own eyes as Conrad is utterly destroyed."

The Shadow thought to himself that she was exceptionally venomous, but he supposed she wouldn't have been chosen as Kyle's fiancée otherwise. Curling his lips into a cold smirk, he picked Wiona up, placed her on the sofa facing the television, and used a length of rope to bind her securely.

Wiona maintained her facade of being completely unconscious. She had heard every single detail of Sophie and Allen's scheming, and the hidden pendant around her neck was recording every word flawlessly. Right now, she needed to bide her time. She could only pray that Peter and the others wouldn't barge in recklessly. The perfect moment to strike hadn't arrived just yet. As she thought this over, she suddenly felt a heavy, clammy gaze fixated on her face, staring at her the way a predator watches its trapped prey.

Was it Sophie? No, Sophie hated her with a burning passion, so her gaze wouldn't feel so disgustingly sticky. Was it the dark figure who had abducted her from her room? The mere thought made Wiona want to shudder. She forced herself to keep her eyes shut, fighting the urge to react, until a freezing object was suddenly pressed flat against her cheek.

Some guests refused to move from their beds, while others got up to demand answers and put a stop to the annoying racket. This was a blatant disruption of their sleep, and they were furious. However, as people tried to complain, they all quickly discovered that the entire resort had lost cell reception. No calls could go out, and the internet was completely dead.

Yet, inexplicably, the televisions in every single living room turned on automatically. It was a livestream. In every occupied guest cabin, the screens displayed nothing but a live broadcast. The room on the screen looked incredibly familiar... it was a living room identical in style to almost every cabin in the resort.

"What the hell is the Thompson family playing at?" one guest muttered. "Are they really putting on a show for us?"