We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out Chapter 1952

Chapter 1952 Reversal

Instead of help, all she ended up waiting for were pursuers.

Five people wielding machetes chased after her.

They wore similar sinister grins, looking at Rachel as if she were a lamb walking into a tiger's den.

Rachel screamed in terror.

However, the dying screams of the prey would only serve to arouse the hunters' intense excitement.

In other words, Rachel was in a situation where she was isolated and without any assistance.

She could only watch helplessly as the five people approached. All she could think of was the way

Elisa had fearlessly cleared the path for her to escape.

Rachel shook her head, continuously stepping back, a tear streaking down her cheek.

In the end, she collapsed onto the ground, completely drained of strength. All she could do was watch

as her pursuers approached.

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The leader of the group chuckled. “Beautiful lady, allow me to escort you to the afterlife.”

“No—” Rachel, seeing blades swinging toward her, was so frightened that she quickly shut her eyes.

After Elisa was captured, she was taken back to the abandoned factory.

Of course, Mr. Carrerra knew that Rachel was going to ask for help. In other words, her seeking help

would inevitably reveal their location.



Logically speaking, for someone as cautious as Mr. Carrerra, he should have changed his location

overnight.

However, he didn't.

It was because he was confident his comrades would surely return to him with Rachel's head, and that

it would just be a matter of time.

When Elisa was caught and brought back, the sky was beginning to brighten. Elisa was not locked up

in the innermost part again. Instead, she was tied up and placed next to Mr. Carrerra.

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As Mr. Carrerra munched on peanuts, he kept a watchful eye on the entrance, seemingly waiting for

someone.

Elisa laughed. “Mr. Carrerra, are you waiting for your five comrades to return?”

Mr. Carrerra paused momentarily in his drinking, but it didn't affect him for long. He resumed his usual

demeanor, continuing to eat and drink as he normally would.

He didn't even intend to pay attention to Elisa.

Elisa wasn't in a hurry either. She calmly and leisurely stared at Mr. Carrerra.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Mr. Carrerra brushed off the peanut shells from his hand and

looked at Elisa. “What does that have to do with you? My comrades may just execute your friend on the

spot. Or maybe they'll have a wonderful time with her before chopping her into pieces.”

As he spoke, he seemed to imagine the scene he was describing and began to laugh joyfully.

Yet, Elisa's expression remained unchanged, devoid of the anger or fear he had anticipated. Her dark

eyes were unwavering as she stared at him intently.


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Her intense stare made Mr. Carrerra's heart pound with unease.

“Really? There's also a possibility that they can't catch up with my friend and die out there. Do you think

that's possible?” said Elisa.

Mr. Carrerra frowned without saying a word, staring at Elisa.

As if to corroborate what Elisa had said, a subordinate of his came to report the situation.

The bodies of his five comrades were found at the base of a cliff, ten kilometers away from the house.

They were the ones tracking Rachel.

Mr. Carrerra casually grabbed a bottle of wine from the side and smashed it on the ground.

At that moment, Elisa understood that Rachel was saved.

Additionally, she assumed there was a high chance that Gareth had arrived to save Rachel.

Elisa was feeling elated. Naturally, Mr. Carrerra wouldn't let her enjoy her happiness.

Mr. Carrerra grabbed Elisa's collar, his voice fierce as he demanded, “Has Gareth arrived? How many

people is he bringing with him? Why on earth is this happening?”

The more scared Mr. Carrerra was, the happier Elisa became.

It's about time he feels what it's like to be on edge. Instead of responding, Elisa just laughed, her

laughter growing louder and louder.