If someone familiar hears it, they can recognize Yvonne Cheney's, Lana Lowell's, and many servants' voices, all crying and begging for mercy.
These voices are cleverly pieced together, matched with the eerie rhythm of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, as if there were truly evil spirits demanding lives by your ear.
No one knows how she did it, only feeling that the piercing notes are like a path leading to The Underworld, chilling them to the bone and making them tremble all over.
Tristan Lowell's face turned ashen with anger, "Quick! Make him stop it!"
But as soon as someone approached the stage, a sea of fire erupted from the ground with a "boom".
Cora Lowell stood amidst the flames, raising a smile: "Goodbye, old bastard!"
Before the words were out, she turned and dashed into the bamboo grove, jumped into a car, and with a step on the gas, headed straight for the harbor.
"Ethan, the keys!"
Landon Lockwood's heart raced as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
Tristan Lowell sent people in pursuit, and a life-and-death chase with over twenty cars was unfolding on the Quillan highway.
"Something's wrong, the numbers don't match."
While steering frantically to avoid obstacles, Cora Lowell kept her eyes on the rearview mirror.
Julian West was keeping in contact with her through Bluetooth, helping to ensure every road was clear.
"Something's definitely wrong, the Lowell Family doesn't have that many cars? Wait...half of them are actually out-of-town plates!"
Cora Lowell suddenly recalled the man from that night.
The accent that slipped out from his groan was an authentic Beijing dialect.
"Is there a way to shake them off?"
"Let me think!"
Julian West swiftly accessed the city's traffic control system.
Cora Lowell floored the gas pedal.
She vowed never to be taken back to the Lowell Family again!
Rumble—
A helicopter appeared overhead.
Landon Lockwood saw this scene.
He even saw Cora Lowell's car starting to wobble uncontrollably, and the helicopter was descending lower and lower, almost grazing her head!
"Madwoman!"
Cora Lowell gritted her teeth hard, refusing to let go.
The strong wind twisted her face, her vision blurred so much that she could hardly see the front.
The Lowell Family's cars were getting closer, and Julian West's voice came through the earpiece: "Damn it! The pier is blocked too, the cruise ship can't be boarded!"
Cora Lowell's eyes turned fierce. The harbor was right in front of her; even if the path ahead was a dead end, she was determined to carve out a way to survive!
"What is she trying to do!"
Landon Lockwood was shocked again.
Cora Lowell suddenly swerved, crashing through the blocking cars, speeding wildly towards Varden!
In the loud metallic crash, an intercepting SUV was forcefully rammed aside, leaving long scratches on the ground.
Could it be...
Is she planning to jump into the sea?
Landon Lockwood's pupils contracted sharply, his heartbeat surged not only with adrenaline but also with an indescribable yet exceptionally strong soul-stirring shock!
This woman is crazy!
But...
He surprisingly felt an unspeakable admiration!
"Cora Lowell!"
Seeing a man suddenly racing side by side, Cora Lowell immediately recognized him.
Her face remained icy cold, but her foot pressed the gas even deeper.
The moment she breached the guardrail, she swung open the door and leaped out.
"Plop, plop..."
The Lowell Family's people followed right after.
Despite her full effort, within seconds, her ankle was fiercely gripped by someone.
Why...
Clearly...
Just a little bit more...
"Slap!"
The dock was packed with onlookers.
Cora Lowell was dragged ashore, and without a word, Tristan Lowell slapped her across the face.
He couldn't be bothered with appearances, clutching her hair and yanking her towards the car.
Landon Lockwood was just about to step forward when he was surrounded by a throng of reporters.
Amidst the crowd, she actually...
Was still smiling!
"Ethan Nash." Landon Lockwood's voice was low and cold, his eyes exuding an intimidating pressure.
"Arrange manpower for me."
He had never seen such a fearless woman.
Despite knowing Tristan Lowell would not rest, she still chose to jump into the river.
Even if she was a madwoman, he had to bring her back and take a good look!
In the Maybach, Cora Lowell's hands were already cuffed.
Tristan Lowell grasped her throat.
"Tell me, who's helping you?"
Cora Lowell was watched by him every day, her actions restricted, and even phone calls had to be reviewed.
When had she had the opportunity to contact an outsider?
There was no way she did this alone!
There must be someone behind it.
Cora Lowell looked up with a cold smile, her eyes defiant, "You guess?"
Tristan Lowell's fingers tightened, her face slowly turned purple, breathing difficult, but her gaze towards him was still full of disdain!
What made her look down on him like this?
"Fine, you really think I can't handle you? Today, I'm going to make you admit defeat."
The car drove all the way to the cemetery, Cora Lowell finally showed a hint of panic.
She frantically banged her arms against the car window, her expression terrified.
"Let me out!"
"Scared? Too late."
Tristan Lowell laughed hideously, dragging her to the front of a gravestone.
The stone was cold, engraved with the three words: Isaac Lowell.
"Remember him? He died for you."
Cora Lowell's throat tightened, not daring to look up, "No...it was you and Yvonne Cheney who killed him!"
That year, she was eighteen.
Just found out she wasn't the Lowell Family's biological daughter, and was gradually alienated by Tristan Lowell and Yvonne Cheney.
Until one day, after Tristan Lowell accidentally stumbled into her bathroom drunk, his eyes on her changed completely.
Her brother Isaac Lowell sensed something was wrong, confronted Tristan Lowell face to face, and Yvonne Cheney overheard the argument.
Yvonne Cheney stood outside the door, her fingers digging tightly into her palm.
She resented Cora Lowell for taking her biological daughter's place, and hated her even more for stealing her husband.
In a fit of rage, she pulled out a fruit knife and rushed over...
Isaac Lowell jumped in front of her, the blade cutting his artery, blood gushing, he stopped breathing on the spot.
His last words before dying were to ask Tristan Lowell to treat her well, she would always be his sister, Isaac Lowell's sister.
Tristan Lowell nodded and agreed, but then pinned the murder charge on her.
At this moment, her black robe was torn open, realizing what Tristan Lowell intended to do, Cora Lowell's face suddenly went deathly pale.
"Get away! My brother is still here!"
Tristan Lowell was expressionless.
"Then let him see clearly, how I deal with you."
She glared at him fiercely, "I will definitely kill you."
"Try it then."
He sneered.
Brother, close your eyes...
Don't see me in this pitiful state.
Don't see the one you fought to protect living so wretchedly.
"Master."
The butler walked over.
Seeing the bizarre scene in front of him, his face remained calm, "Mr. Hale is looking for you, says it's urgent."
After a two-second pause, Tristan Lowell threw her aside.
"Consider you lucky, escaped once more."
Cora Lowell slumped on the ground.
In front was Isaac Lowell's gentle smile in the portrait.
Behind stood the butler waiting to take her back for confinement.
After Cora Lowell was brought back to the Lowell Family, she was directly taken to the second underground level.
Her hands and feet were shackled, her belongings turned upside down.
Yvonne Cheney had a particularly strong dislike for this place, frowning and urging her, "Hurry up and say, who is helping you? Do you know how much it cost the Lowell Family to suppress today's mess!"
"Mom."
Cora Lowell suddenly spoke.
"I saw my brother today."