My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 874 Archie Dies

She was still wearing the traditional white outfit.

Except, at this point, she was covered in blood.

Her right eye is in a state where it has been gouged out.

It fell to the floor.

Inside the hollow sockets of the eyes, blood had been dripping out continuously.

And the Lena fox, standing like this in front of her, looked at her silently, but did not move a muscle.

The excruciating pain kept spreading.

Gives her the creeps.

Soon, cold sweat broke out on her body.

She fell to the ground in pain and was dying.

The fox, on the other hand, had no intention of letting her go.

The moment she fell to the ground.

The fox pounced on her again, ruthlessly gouging out her other eye.

The eye was pulled out of its socket, raw, by its claws.

The intense, sharp pain spread again.

It was as if she could clearly feel the fleshy threads of flesh connecting the eyeballs to the sockets being torn off. Soon, she became blind.

It was pitch black in front of you.

Where the two eyes were, they became two deep bloody holes.

The smell of blood is sickening.

The orbital cramps intensify and sting.

She started rolling in place in pain.

The traditional costume, which was snow-white, was soon, for a large part, stained red.

She was frightened, she was disturbed.

She wants to be forgiven.

But the pain, however, left her with no way to speak at all.

The pain was so extreme that Jocelyn jerked awake from her dream.

Waking up, she found herself in cold sweat.

By the light filtering in from outside, in a haze, she could see her surroundings.

In her master bedroom.

Not in the forest.

In front of her was Noah's sleeping face.

Not the ferocious Lena fox.

It was just that dream that was really too real.

The painful sensation of the gouging of her eyes in her dream was something she could not forget.

All the time, she felt her eyes sore.

Her heart beats fast as it can, as if it was about to jump out of the chest.

Closing her eyes, the scene from that dream began to play out before her eyes like a spell of madness.

It gave her chills and trepidation.

She really didn't think that the dream that preceded it, actually had a sequel.

It's been a spate of dreams, one after the other, that are really more gruesome and bloody than the other.

She felt that these dreams were, in all probability, really memories of her past life.

In a previous life, what happened?

What is the story between her, Noah, and the Lena Fox?

Every dream she had with the Lena fox was bad, like there was some deep hatred.

What happened to them?

Taking a deep breath, Jocelyn struggled, calming herself down.

And then she closed her eyes.

Just as soon as she closed her eyes, the scene of Lena Fox gouging out her eyes came back to her eyes.

It distracted her.

All the sleepiness was disrupted by this dream.

She was starting to become sober.

Being awake in the middle of the night is most uncomfortable.

Because, if you are awake, you are doomed to think unconsciously about many, many things that make you feel burnt out.

Tossing and turning until it was almost dawn, Jocelyn fell asleep.

This time, luckily, she didn't dream it.

Instead, she slept until noon.

The next day at twelve noon, Jocelyn slept until she woke up naturally.

When she opened her eyes, the curtains in the room were drawn tightly.

The heavy blackout curtains, which block out the sunlight outside, make it difficult to tell whether it is day or night.

Because she had slept well, Jocelyn felt so relaxed at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, she casually stretched a blue potion before opening her eyes and looking to her side.

Noah is not present.

She flicked over to the phone on her bedside table and glanced at the time.

Then she sat up.

The moment she sat up, she once again recalled the two dreams she had last night.

In an instant, she once again felt cold sweat on her back.

Her body felt even more chilled in bursts.

What a blessing.

It was just a dream.

With a long breath, Jocelyn got out of bed, without shoes, she pulled all the blackout curtains straight open in her bare feet.

The curtains open wide and the sun shines inside.

Outside, the sky is clear and cloudless.

Yet it is drifting with snowflakes.

The snowflakes melted as soon as they touched the ground because the temperature, outside, was not up to it.

It did not leave any trace in the city.

Such sunny and snowy days are very common in the winter months in the Flento City.

Jocelyn liked it very much.

Looking out at the beauty of the landscape, Jocelyn pulled herself out of that horrible dream.

The warm sunlight, scattered over the body, seems to heal everything.

Taking out her mobile phone, Jocelyn casually took a few photos of the snowy scene to record the beauty of the moment.

And then she walked into the bathroom and take a hot shower.

After washing her body, she put on a face mask, sat by the sunny window, took her phone and opened the news app, intending to see today's financial news.

Having just unlocked her phone, she saw a line appear on the screen about the Stewart family.

"Archie died of a sudden heart attack in the early hours of the morning. The only remaining male member of the Stewart family, William took the throne immediately afterwards as Chairman of the Stewart Group."

This news was a surprise to Jocelyn.

It's only been a few days, and so much has actually happened to the Stewart family.

First, Phoebe died of illness.

In the back, Joseph could not bear the pain of detoxification and bit his tongue.

And now it is Archie who has suffered a sudden heart attack.

She became even more convinced that karma was there.

Clicking on the news, she learned that Archie had suddenly suffered a heart attack in the middle of the night.

There was no one around when the attack occurred, so no one knew.

This morning, the maid called him up for breakfast, but he did not respond.

Sensing that something was not quite right, the maid pushed the door of the room open.

Then it was discovered that Archie was dead.

The time of Archie's death was identified by the forensic pathologist as being around three o'clock in the morning.

Below the news, the netizens were of a surprisingly consistent remark.

[Am I the only one who thinks that the Stewart family has really incurred retribution?]

[I seem to be convinced that the phrase retribution really exists.]

[I felt that the Stewart's is going out of business].

[The Stewart has been on a downward spiral now, it's normal to go out of business, right?]

Jocelyn has no intention of gloating.