Nemesis Game

Chapter 90 I’ll Kill You

Peyton went pale with fright, and as the coffee cup fell over her, she instinctively hid away.

With a bang, the coffee spilled out, and the cup hit the seat and then fell to the ground.

Even if Peyton dodged very quickly, her fingers were burned by the hot coffee.

She stood up, and glare at him. "Stanley, you want to murder me?" she snapped.

"How dare I be," he said, biting his lips.

Peyton was shaken with anger, and her fingers were burning. Her eyes were cold to the extreme. "You

dare not? You know I am a star, and the most precious is my face. How heartless you are! You tried to

ruin me with the hot coffee."

What kind of brother he was. In Stanley’s eyes, only Samantha, that bitch, was his sister. She was

Stanley’s biological sister, but he dared to throw the cup over her. If it weren’t for her quick reaction,

she would be hurt.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. Stanley was so furious that his lips were shaking in anger and

blue veins stood out on his temples.

"Am I heartless?" Stanley grinned. "Who dare compare with you? Peyton, you are the most shameless

person I have ever met! Fortunately you are not my sister, or I will have to kill you by myself! The

Moore family raised such a vicious woman."

Stanley almost laughed at her words.

Peyton, who was as vicious as a snake, was poisonous and cold-blooded, which he once witnessed. If

Samantha could be a little like her, she would not end up in such a situation.

Peyton flew into a rage. Regardless of her job as a celebrity, she dropped her sunglasses and said,

"Stanley, don't be ironic. I'm not your sister. I'm a noble lady of the Moore family. I feel sick and dirty for

my own blood that is the same as yours!"

Dirty? Disgusting?

Stanley failed to control his anger no matter how hard he tried.

He was really angry. How could Peyton say something like that?

"Do you dare to say it again!" He was so angry that he stood up, approaching her step by step.

Peyton, who was shocked by him, said stubbornly, "So what? It won’t change the fact that I hate you.

Why did your Powell Family identify me as the daughter? If Samantha didn't return the Moore family,

she won't die! It's not me who killed her, but you guys!"

At the beginning, it was the Powell Family instead of the Moore family first find out that she was not

their biological daughter.

She once begged Arlo, her biological mother, not to reveal the secret, but they refused.

Arlo and Stanley were both stupid. They have to let her return Samantha's identity!

She didn't understand how there could be such stupid people in the world.

Their appearance destroyed her comfortable life in the Moore family. She changed from their biological

daughter to an adopted daughter!

How can Peyton just let it go?

As she said that, Stanley was so furious that he completely lost his mind.

He slapped Peyton in the face.

The sound of slapping was crisp, and the sound of that moment seemed to tear open the solidified air.

"Since you are so greedy and vicious, we are even more glad Samantha returned to the Moore family.

She is the one who deserves to enjoy all this. Why should she be suppressed by you? Peyton, you are

such a cruel woman, "he growled in a low voice.

Peyton stumbled and fell over, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"You slap me. You dare to slap me!" Peyton screamed in anger, "Stanley, you are going too far!"

Peyton, who had always been a proud princess, had never been scolded like this.

Most importantly, she was beaten by the poor man she hated the most!

"Peyton!" Stanley slapped her on the other side of the face, and soon her face became red, swollen

and numb.

Peyton was shocked.

Then, Stanley grabbed her by the neck.

"Um..." Peyton struggled desperately. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

But Stanley was too powerful and she couldn’t break free no matter how hard she tried.

As her neck was grabbed, she had trouble breathing, and a sudden dizziness overpowered her.

Stanley narrowed his eyes, and he said in a threatening tone, "Listen clearly, you'd better pray that the

death of Samantha has nothing to do with you, otherwise I will kill you myself!"

Peyton was going to be in a coma. Her neck was so aching as if it was going to be broken.

"You... Let go!" she spoke weakly.

Stanley was a man who once lived by killing. His ruthlessness and murderous spirit really exist.

"Do you hear me? If I find out that her death has anything to do with you, I'll kill you myself," Stanley

shouted angrily.

Peyton was about to lose consciousness when she was awakened by the sound.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with pride and stubbornness. "You keep saying that I'm your

sister, shit... Have you ever grabbed Samantha's neck like this?"

There was no expression on Stanley's handsome face. He never let go of the finger that pinched her

neck. He sneered, "I never regard you as my sister. You are so crazy that you can't even compare with

Samantha."

"I don’t care!" Peyton roared even if she was pinched by her neck.

Who was going to be a member of the Powell Family?

She didn't want it.

Stanley threw away her heavily and watched her fall to the ground coldly. He would not be moved.

"Behave yourself."

With that, Stanley turned and walked out of the cafe.

Peyton coughed, covering her chest and. Her chest ached because of lack of oxygen. She looked at

his back with hatred in her eyes.

Well!

This was her elder brother, who pinched her neck and tried to kill her for the sake of Samantha, that

bitch!

The more she thought about it, the more angry she was. Stanley!

If it wasn't for the sake that he was her brother, she would not show any mercy on him.

It took for a while for Peyton to recover, sitting on the ground.

She slowly drew back her eyes and stood up with her hand on the corner of the table.

No.

Stanley wanted to investigate Samantha's death. Although she thought there was no flaw, she was also

afraid that Stanley would really figure out something.

What should she do?

She might as well...

No, Stanley's whereabouts were not clear. She was not sure how to deal with him.

Well, let him check it first.

She said to herself with sharp eyes, a cold smile forming on the corner of her lips, "Stanley, you will not

figure out anything."

Because Samantha had long been dead.

Could she still climb out of the ground?

All of a sudden, her cell phone began to vibrate.

She took out her cell phone and saw the name on the screen. There was a trace of disdain in her eyes.

"Hello, Mr Baker," Peyton said with a smile.

It was Luke who called.

The man chuckled viciously, "I’ve done a great favor for you. How are you going to repay

me?"