Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1215: Dying for Him

"Scorpion Lord, I don’t understand what you mean."

Two claps sounded, and the Scorpion applauded, "Bring the person in."

Two subordinates came in, bringing someone with them.

Dianna Hollis’s pupils contracted, it was Lady Snow!

Lady Snow was now in a state unbearable to witness; she had been tortured, covered in blood. Her hands and feet hung limply, already broken, trailing blood as the two subordinates dragged her in.

Dianna’s eyes quickly overflowed with a chilling coldness. She looked at the Scorpion, "What did you do to Lady Snow?"

"I just want to know what kind of person Dawson really is, no matter how I investigate, I can’t find anything. So I invited Lady Snow here, fortunately, I have informants in the underground palace, otherwise, the people of Dawson would have taken her away. They say this bitch is ruthless, but surprisingly, Lady Snow still carries a chastity plaque. No matter how I torture her, she won’t give Dawson up."

Lady Snow collapsed on the ground, her hands and feet were useless, she glared hatefully at the Scorpion, "You’re not worthy to know Dawson’s name!"

"Bitch!" The two subordinates wanted to hit Lady Snow again.

The Scorpion reached out to stop them, he came to Lady Snow’s side, crouched down, holding a sharp knife in his hand. He used the sharp tip to trace lightly across Lady Snow’s face, "Lady Snow, I’ll give you one last chance, will you speak? If you won’t, I’ll carve the word ’bitch’ all over your face, making you a prostitute for eternity."

Lady Snow let out a cold laugh, blood staining her clothes, but she remained fierce, "Pah! Do you think I’ll be afraid?"

If the Scorpion hadn’t dodged, Lady Snow’s spit would have landed on his face.

The Scorpion’s face darkened, "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

He thrust the sharp knife towards Lady Snow’s face.

Lady Snow didn’t blink, staring at him with hatred.

The Scorpion suddenly stopped, smiled sinisterly, and dropped the knife, "Lady Snow, I know you’re not afraid of death. How about a different kind of death? I have dozens of brothers here, I’ll have them line up to take turns with you until you’re dead."

Lady Snow froze, her face turned ashen, she trembled and cursed through gritted teeth, "You’re an animal!"

The Scorpion glanced at the two subordinates, "Take care of this woman."

"Thank you, Scorpion Lord."

The two subordinates immediately stepped forward, reaching to strip Lady Snow.

"Get away!" Lady Snow’s limbs were broken, she couldn’t move, so she bit one of the subordinates.

"Bitch!"

The subordinate raised his hand and slapped Lady Snow.

Lady Snow fell powerless to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, her pupils started to dilate, lying in the blood, she managed a faint smile, looking so desolate and pitiful.

The Scorpion watched Lady Snow with a sinister smile, anyone who betrayed him ended up like this.

At that moment, a gust of wind came from the side, the Scorpion looked sideways, seeing Dianna spring up from the bed, reaching for him with her five fingers spread.

The Scorpion dodged sideways.

Dianna withdrew her hand, attacking the two subordinates.

She raised her foot, crushing one subordinate’s groin, her other hand slicing like a knife towards the other subordinate’s nape.

Both subordinates quickly went down.

Dianna’s series of actions flowed seamlessly, quick, precise, and ruthless.

The Scorpion drew the gun from his waist, the black muzzle aimed at Dianna’s right leg, bang!

The bullet embedded itself in Dianna’s right leg, she immediately fell to one knee.

Blood streamed down her pale calf, looking exceedingly striking. Her long black hair fell over one shoulder, her small, exquisite face like porcelain. Dianna slowly raised her eyes, looking at the Scorpion.

She extended her thumb, then pointed it downward.

Blatant provocation and disdain.

The Scorpion’s expression changed.

"Scorpion Lord, what’s going on?" At this moment, many subordinates rushed in.

The Scorpion gestured, making them all retreat, his eyes shining as he stared at Dianna, like a beast fixated on its prey. Dianna really matched his taste.

He wasn’t ready to let her die yet.

Dianna stood up, dragging her bleeding right leg to Lady Snow’s side, cradling Lady Snow’s head in her arms.

Lady Snow’s clothes were slightly torn, Dianna reached out, rearranging the torn clothes, buttoning up, tying the straps, trying to preserve Lady Snow’s final dignity.

Lady Snow looked at Dianna, her useless hands moved slightly but to no avail, she managed a smile, her voice weak, "Little sister, help your older sister, your sister... is in too much pain, can’t live anymore, help your sister find release, to avoid the humiliation from these people."

Dianna recalled the first time she saw Lady Snow in the underground palace, a seasoned beauty, charming from all angles, her smile was beautiful.

Dianna reached out, grasping Lady Snow’s hand firmly.

"Little sister, I’ve always wanted to know... what kind of woman he likes. After seeing you, I knew... he likes pure, clean women..."

Then Lady Snow looked upwards, seemingly seeing a sky on the ceiling, "In the next life, I’ll be a pure, clean woman."

Lady Snow closed her eyes, tears seeped from the corners.

She began coughing blood, unstoppable, streaming from her mouth, Lady Snow couldn’t live anymore, tormented by excruciating pain.

Dianna’s slender eyelashes quivered, then she extended a cold little hand, covering Lady Snow’s mouth and nose.

"Sister, you will, you definitely will."

Teardrops fell like rain, Dianna was instantly overcome with grief, suddenly realizing, she didn’t even know Lady Snow’s real name.

Lady Snow’s breathing stopped, she made no instinctive struggle when her mouth and nose were covered, she died with a smile on her lips, her mind filled with the first sight of Mort Thorne over twenty years ago.

He was handsome, tall, robust, commanding the winds and rains, unruly, yet his eyes were tender and weathered, like the hands of time, passing over every scarred surface, streams of tears sorrowing.

So splendid.

Lady Snow was gone.

Dianna held Lady Snow tightly, feeling her body slowly grow cold and stiff. She placed Lady Snow down gently, then reached out to wipe the blood and tears from her face, what Lady Snow had wanted most in this life was probably just to be clean.

At this moment, the Scorpion approached, "Tsk tsk, even if you don’t tell me, I’ve guessed it, Dawson is Blood Eagle, isn’t he?"

"Lady Snow died for Blood Eagle, without regret. Three years ago, Wade from the Blood Eagle unit fell into the beauty trap of my female agent, my female agent took a knife, slicing off Wade’s flesh bit by bit. That rock refused to reveal even half a word about Blood Eagle... one by one they were captured by me, enduring extreme torture, but they all held on, not mentioning Blood Eagle. I just don’t understand, what power and charm does Blood Eagle possess to make these people willing to die for him?"