NovelEnglishSullivan…” he murmured, standing in front of him with a puzzled expression.
Victor noticed the stretcher draped in a white cloth behind Lukas out of the corner of his eye.
He had a faint recollection of something and then felt his heart shatter, making it impossible for him to breathe.
He snatched Lukas’ arm, eager to get a reply.
“Where is she, Lukas?”
“Mr.
Sullivan… Miss Bennet…” Lukas said, his eyes red, not being able to say it.
“Victor, you scoundrel!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSomeone raced over before Lukas could complete his sentence.
Roger clenched his teeth and punched Victor in the face, his eyes crimson.
Victor was too weak to dodge the punch after being under the water for so long and barely getting any rest.
The corner of his mouth broke, and blood oozed out.
Roger punched him again before he could stand firm, giving him little chance to fight back.
“Roger, get out of my way!” Victor said as he focused himself and blocked his fist.
“I don’t have tfor this!”
“You don’t have time?” Roger growled, his teeth clenched.
“You’re the president of Sullivan Group; you don’t have tfor this.
After all, you need to figure out how to convince your shareholders that
Rachel’s death has nothing to do with you in order to save yourself and your company.”
“ihat did you just say? Say it once again!”
Roger, gasping for air, noticed Victor’s surprise and scoffed, “What?
Mr.
Sullivan, are you unable to comprehend what I am saying?”
“It’s impossible! She didn’t pass away!”
“Impossible? Do you want to claim that she’s still alive and that she’s deceiving you?” Roger’s eyes welled up with tears.
Pointing to the stretcher not far away, he yelled, “Victor! Open your eyes and take a look! Her eyes are closed as she lies there.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe is out of breath! How could she possibly deceive you? Do you believe she’s pulling a fast one on you with her life? You idiot!”
“Fuck off!” Victor shook Roger’s hand and turned his attention to the stretcher.
The stretcher’s white cloth glistened brilliantly.
A hand drooped feebly beneath the white cloth; it was white and slender.
Clearly, it belonged to a lady.
Victor’s heart didn’t seem to be beating anymore.
He wanted to say something as his Adam’s apple bounced up and down, but he couldn’t.
He desired to approach the white fabric and lift it.
He wanted to counter Roger’s assertions, but his feet appeared to be severely shackled, and he couldn’t move.
He was terrified.
He was scared that he would discover that Roger was correct if he went over.
He seemed to have lost all courage.
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