Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 644

Lucy Katz did not allow Joel Foster to follow her in but left him outside to wait for her.

It was fine for her to go in alone.

Joel did not insist too.

After all, that person was Lucy's stepfather.

Even if they did not have any feelings, their relationship was apparent and perhaps there were some words that she did not want him to hear as well, so he respected her.

It had been two full weeks since the last time she was kidnapped.

When she saw Fourth Cecil again, Lucy felt a little unfamiliar.

If she was not so sure that the person in front of her was not faking it and if she did not witness it with her own eyes, she really would not believe that a person could have changed so much in such a short period of time.

All she could see was that the Fourth Cecil in front of her was no longer the same guy from two weeks ago.

Although the old Fourth Cecil looked sloppy, he still looked human.

Now, he was dressed in a prison jumpsuit, and his body was unbelievably thin. His skin was pale without a trace of blood and had an unhealthy greenish-yellow hue, like a patient with a terminal illness.

He was so thin that both of his eye sockets were deeply sunken in.

At first glance, she thought it was just a skull wrapped in a layer of skin. He was so skinny that he was out of shape and it made him look extremely terrifying.

When he saw Lucy, his gaze was as if he had seen his mortal enemy.

Fourth Cecil gritted his teeth and said viciously, "How dare you come here still! You bitch!"

Lucy was unfazed by his onslaught of insults.

Over the years, so many evil words had come out of this scum's mouth that she was numb to it.

Moreover, she never cared about what he said. So even if he scolded her, she felt nothing.

Lucy just got straight to the point and said, "I came here today to ask you for a signature."

She said this as she took a divorce agreement out of her bag and placed it in front of him.

When Fourth Cecil looked at the agreement in front of him, he was quiet for a moment. Then, he chuckled.

His smile was too evil.

It was like a blood-sucking bat in the darkness. No matter how you heard it, it had a creepy tone.

However, Lucy was not even the slightest bit afraid.

She knew that the man who could protect her was just outside.

Therefore, her heart was somehow more at ease and her posture became very relaxed.

Lucy sat there quietly; her posture could be described as elegant. Compared to Fourth Cecil's gloom, she was like a glowing little angel.

She said in a slow, unhurried voice, "Sign this agreement. It's what you owe my mother and what you owe me. After you’ve signed this, we'll be done."

Fourth Cecil sneered.

“Done? You motherf*cker! You put me in jail and turned me into this zombie! Now you say you’re done? Aren't you a little too whimsical?"

Lucy looked at him. After all, she was in no rush.

She smiled lightly and said, "I caused this? Fourth Cecil, when you kidnapped me and tried to extort me, did you ever think about today?

"Do you think I'm just going to accept it and let you extort me without any resistance? If that's what you're thinking, then there's nothing I can do. I can only say that you're to be blamed for everything today. No one else is at fault."

Lucy suddenly raised her eyebrows, and although there was a smile on her face as she looked at him, it was cold and devoid of warmth.

"Fourth Cecil, you're just so used to being conceited! Who says I'm trying to bribe you? I'm obviously… threatening you."

Fourth Cecil was so stunned that he could not understand what she meant then.

Lucy suddenly stretched out her hand, placed it over her mouth, and made a motion.

She laughed lightly and said, "You're addicted, right?"

Fourth Cecil was shocked.

Lucy blinked innocently.

"Don't ask me how I know, but I know a lot more than you think I do. Everyone knows how painful it is to force an addict to quit. That’s the reason why you've suddenly lost so much weight and deteriorated over this period of time, right? It should have something to do with being in prison and not snorting this stuff, right?"

Lucy whispered. She did not care about Fourth Cecil's increasingly glum complexion.

She continued, "Judging by your current situation, dying would be a relief. After all, even if you're alive, life away from that thing isn't much better. It's probably even worse than death. Every time you have an addiction, it's like having millions of little bugs biting your body internally.

"So, you're not afraid of death at all, are you? You were even secretly hoping that day would come sooner, so you could be truly free.

"Do you know why that day has been delayed though? Even though the verdict has been handed down, the execution time has been delayed over and over again."

Fourth Cecil trembled violently as he looked at her in disbelief.

"Was that you?"

Lucy smiled sweetly. Her smile was innocent and lovely, but in Fourth Cecil's eyes, it was like poisonous poppies.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm the one who told them to delay your execution date. If you sign this agreement, then I can stop interfering in your affairs, but if you don't sign it…”