Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 356: You Think I Won’t Kill You

After checking his condition, the doctor looked grim. Without a special cure, he said Daniel might not last more than three days.

Railer sat beside the bed, holding Daniel’s hand tightly.

Even though he often acted like he didn’t care and sometimes teased Daniel with Stephanie, it never changed how he really felt. He believed his dad was tall, strong, and tough.

There’s no way his dad could die so easily.

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She went into their secret base, opened a door behind the playground, and revealed a stash of advanced weapons.

Ten minutes later, she was ready to leave and look for William.

"Mommy, Daddy wants you," Railer said, stopping her.

Chantelle rushed over to the bed. Daniel had an oxygen mask on. His eyes were open now, and he looked more aware. He lifted his hand, and she quickly took it.

"What is it? Are you in pain?" she asked gently.

"No... you can’t go," Daniel said, using all his strength to speak.

Chantelle’s eyes softened. She gave him a small smile, sat beside him, and said, "Alright. I won’t go anywhere."

But Daniel still looked worried and gripped her hand even tighter.

About thirty minutes later, after he finally drifted off, Chantelle slowly freed her hand and ran out to the car.

The tracker on her phone showed the location of the escaped killer.

She started the car and drove straight toward it.

After all these years of being pushed around by Trenton, it was time she fought back.

Meanwhile, on a large farm, a man with a gun walked through the forest with a hunting dog.

He spotted a white deer. The locals believed it was sacred and should never be harmed. But he didn’t hesitate. He pulled the trigger.

The white deer collapsed, blood pouring from its body.

He never believed in gods. He only believed in himself.

He dragged the white deer behind him and slowly climbed the mountain.

The higher he went, the colder it got. Snow started to appear even before he reached the halfway point.

But he didn’t seem to notice. His face was blank, and he kept climbing, the deer slung over his shoulder. Blood soaked through his white shirt.

When he finally reached the top, he leaned against a pine tree to rest.

"Don’t you like meat?" he muttered. "Today, I’ll give you a feast."

He patted the ground by his feet, and the smile on his face slowly turned into something dark and twisted.

"After all these years, you’re still so childish," Chantelle said, suddenly appearing.

She sat on a rock with one leg crossed over the other, calmly chewing a piece of grass.

The moment he saw her, memories rushed back. His eyes turned cold.

He stood and pointed his gun at her.

Chantelle leaned back, hands behind her head. One leg swung loosely off the edge of the rock. She didn’t look scared at all. She looked completely relaxed.

She knew Trenton wouldn’t dare kill her.

Over the years, he had used every method he could think of to torture her. But he never once tried to kill her.

People said he had some twisted obsession with her, but Chantelle knew the truth that Jackson was the reason he held back.

"You think I won’t kill you?" Trenton narrowed his eyes, a flash of murder in his expression.

Chantelle gave a casual shrug. "It’s not that you won’t. You just can’t bring yourself to."

In her hand was something Trenton had spent half his life chasing. Something he could never get.

She didn’t believe he’d throw that away so easily.

A few seconds passed.

Then Trenton lowered his gun and crouched down to start cutting up the white deer.

Chantelle walked over and squatted beside him, starting a fire before he could.

Trenton gave her a surprised look, then took a small grill from his bag and placed it on the stone stove she had set up.

"It’s funny," he said, slicing the meat. "Jackson spoiled you so much, and now you’re eating deer meat at his grave for another man."

He smirked and laid the meat on the grill. The sizzle filled the air, and the smell of roasting meat quickly spread.

"Trenton, aren’t you even curious why I’m here?" Chantelle said, ignoring his words.

When the meat was done, she sprinkled some seasoning, picked up a piece with her hand, and took a bite.

The grilled meat was surprisingly good.

Trenton gave her a cold sneer and didn’t answer her question.

Chantelle just shrugged and kept eating.

Yesterday, she had placed a liquid tracking device on the man she caught. It was a new model, so small and light, it was almost impossible to detect.

According to Trenton’s plan, she should’ve followed that man straight to his base. And once inside, she probably wouldn’t make it out.

But her real plan was to cause trouble in their base and use the chaos to get William out.

Even if she ended up trapped inside, she thought it would’ve been worth it.

But just as she was about to leave, Daniel grabbed her hand and begged her not to go. So she gave up the idea of risking everything.

She had already suffered so much all these years. Why throw her life away now?

So instead, she thought of Jackson and started wondering where Trenton would be on a day like this.

Chantelle didn’t know where Trenton had buried Jackson. But then, a memory popped into her head. A year ago today, Trenton had dragged her to this place and forced her to eat roasted deer meat for no reason.

Jackson had loved deer. He believed they brought peace and good luck.

Trenton hated Jackson. That’s why he made her eat it. She had fought back, but the more she resisted, the more amused Trenton became.

"You probably think I’m acting smart, don’t you?" Chantelle said as she clapped her hands and stood up, cutting herself off on purpose. "Even if I found this place, I’m still no match for you. You could drag me here again just like before."

Trenton stared at her as his face turned grim. He didn’t care what she said. Controlling Chantelle was easy for him.

He wondered why she was sitting there so calmly, eating deer meat, even though she knew this was where Jackson was buried.

The last time, he had forced her to eat it by threatening the lives of two children.

"But I thought that instead of fighting a whole group, I’d rather face you alone. The odds are better," Chantelle said with a slight smile as she cut another piece of meat and placed it on the iron rack to roast.

Trenton stared at her, trying to figure out what she was up to.

His eyes landed on the piece of meat she had just cut. Then he let out a cold, mocking laugh.

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