Unmasking the Heiress

Right then, the corridor buzzed with the bodyguards' hushed chatter.

"Sam, did you catch the news? The boss brought in some new heavy-hitter. Word is, he's a beast. Nobody lasted more than three minutes with him before spilling their guts."

"Seriously? This thing that intense? Guess it's because you've been around, I guess that's what happens when you're always by the boss's side-getting in on all the cool stuff!" The man's voice was tinged with jealousy as he spoke with fiery excitement, but Lydia felt a chill run down her spine.

What could be so intense that it would knock someone out in under three minutes?

She suddenly remembered the tough character Yale had mentioned to her... It could not possibly be that, could it?

An electric chair? That was something straight out of a history book!

Her question was swiftly answered.

"Man, I feel so lame. Our boss is the real visionary here. He actually got someone to bring in an electric chair ahead of time. You know, like the ones in television shows that the bad guys use to grill prisoners? Our crew's seen the real McCoy now!

"I've heard that once someone's strapped into that chair, they wet themselves in under three seconds, get all spaced out in ten, and after a full blast, they're practically half-dead, ready to do whatever you say."

"That terrifying?"

"More terrifying than you can imagine! You know we've got that stubborn woman who won't talk? I heard that tonight, they're going to let her feel the full force of the electric chair." 'That woman'?

Lydia zeroed in on that phrase, her forehead then slick with a cold sweat.

Could it be such a wild coincidence that the stubborn one was her?

However, was not this straight-up abuse of power? Yale was a high-ranking official in Avalon City, breaking the law like that. Was he not scared of losing his position?

However, her worries were quickly addressed by the bodyguards' chatter.

"With a chair this lethal, isn't the boss worried about something going wrong? What if it backfires on him,

what then?"

"Seriously? Rich people value their lives way more than us. Ever wonder why they're all about the electric chair? It's because the burns look the same no matter what. If something goes sideways, what's the big deal? The lady didn't have a scratch on her, and if there's a mishap, the cops show up, we just say she was visiting, got nosy with the wires, and zapped herself. How could anyone pin that on the boss?"

The guards were getting a kick out of that, but Lydia, secretly listening in, felt a chill creep over her, her body trembling.

That was straight-up murder. If that electric chair took her out there, her daughter Minnie would not stand

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It was like they knew Lydia was listening, and they were rubbing it in.

"And let me tell you, the boss has said way scarier stuff than this. I can't talk like he can. Guess why they're bringing out the big guns for her?"

"Are you kidding me? It's 'cause she killed our princess!"

"Mr. Yale Foster, man, he'd do anything for his sis. He even brought in this dangerous thing just for her..." Lydia's legs gave out, and she hit the floor hard, her face the picture of someone who had lost everything. If Lydia had any hope left before, it was gone then.