Chapter 1293

Why Did You Not Die

Pushing the wheels of her wheelchair, Queenie shot toward Arielle and was about to hit her.

“Arielle, you b*tch! Why didn’t you die?”

However, since Queenie was crippled, it was impossible for her to hit Arielle.

Before Queenie reached out her arm, Arielle had already dodged to the side

“You b*tch! B*tch! B*tch!” Screaming like she had lost her mind, Queenie grabbed a cup on the table
and flung it at Arielle. However, Arielle evaded it in time and it landed on the ground with a loud smash.

Since the contestants had not left, they understood everything the moment Queenie attacked Arielle so
frantically. Arielle definitely has something to do with Queenie being disqualified by Abraham. All sorts
of wild guesses surfaced in their minds upon witnessing this scene.

“Are you crazy, Queenie?”

Cornelius did not even have time to react. When he returned to his senses, Queenie had already flung
a cup at Arielle before he could stop her.

When Queenie tried to attack Arielle again, Cornelius gripped her wrist tightly.

“Yeah, I am! I’m crazy!” shrieked Queenie. “But this b*tch is fine! Why am I disqualified?”

She would rather lose in the competition than be disqualified in front of everyone.

“Cornelius, why are you still standing there? Lock her up and don’t let her out without my permission!”
Abraham yelled at Cornelius as he stared at how crazily his daughter was acting.



Cornelius pushed Queenie out of the living room while she kept hurling insults at Arielle.

Everyone was shocked when they saw that. Queenie is screwed!

As there was still another competition the next day, they went back to rest. After everyone was gone,
Cornelius looked for Arielle to apologize for what Queenie had done.

“Forget it. I’m fine, anyway. I’ll leave it up to the Mills to decide how to deal with her.”

Arielle did not plan on letting Queenie off the hook, but everyone else in the Mills was very nice.

For their sake, she planned to just let the matter go.

Feeling grateful, Cornelius thanked her again before leaving.

The third competition soon arrived the next day.

Arielle did not expect that the third competition would test the contestants’ skill in surgical suturing.
Usually, this was not a skill that would be tested in a competition. However, this particular one was very
challenging.

The test that the Mills had prepared was to transplant animal heads. Everyone would have two dogs.
The requirement of the competition was to swap the dogs’ heads through surgical suturing while
ensuring that the dogs were safe.

This was an extremely challenging test.

Woof! Woof!

Woof! Woof!



The dogs that were distributed to the contestants had all been sedated. Staring at Arielle, the dogs
barked softly.

Arielle could not make herself do anything to those dogs.

Although the position of the head of the Mills and the medical manuscripts were important, they were
still inanimate and nowhere as important as the two dogs in front of her. It was impossible for her to do
anything to the dogs and even if she did, she could not guarantee their safety.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. Just wait for the sedation to lose its effect,” consoled Arielle
gently as she stroked the dogs’ heads.

She decided then to forfeit this competition.

“Sasha, inform Cornelius that I’ll be forfeiting the third competition.” Arielle kept stroking the dogs to
make them feel safer.


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