NovelEnglishChapter 171 Chapter 171 Grace saw Liam's consciousness fading fast, and his eyes were losing focus. Without hesitation, she shoved the wrecked car door open. "Enough," she said sharply. "You're not dying. If you have something to say, say it yourself." Liam was too weak to respond and passed out moments later. The cemetery was rarely empty -someone would find him soon. But first, she had to draw those men away. She sprinted down the slope, only relaxing when she saw them chasing after her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith any luck, someone would notice Liam soon and get him to a hospital. His shoulder wound wasn't fatal, so he should be fine. A dense forest lay at the bottom of the slope. As she rushed downhill, branches scraped her face, drawing thin lines of blood. But she didn't have tto care-she just kept running. The rush of adrenaline gave her a terrifying resilience. Her hands were cut and bleeding, but she kept running, never daring to slow down. She had no idea who sent these men, but their intent was clear. They were here to kill her. As soon as she reached the stream, she jumped in without hesitation. The icy current seized her, dragging her downstream. At first, she fought to stay conscious, but soon, everything blurred. The men chasing her found no trace of her. Assuming the current had swept her away, they searched downstream for two hours but found nothing. One of them spat into the dirt. "Call it-she's dead.
No sense leaving two million dollars on the table." "Yeah," another chimed in. "That bitch was half-dead from the crash anyway. The water's just finishing her off. This river runs past Druville-nobody's out there to fish her out." After a quick discussion, they called Alice. She could hardly believe how easily everything had gone. Her lips trembled with excitement, her eyes gleaming. "Good. I'll transfer the rest of the money right now. Leave Druville immediately," she ordered.
'The men exchanged satisfied glances. Once they received the payment, they left without bothering to chase Grace any longer. Meanwhile, Grace felt a searing heat flood her body, her stomach churning as if surrounded by a raging fire. She struggled to open her eyes, but they remained shut no matter how hard she tried. Ahand gently pried her mouth open, slipping something inside.
She frowned, instinctively trying to spit it out, but the hand pressed against her mouth, preventing her from doing so. ---- The heat inside her kept rising, and the hand shifted to her earlobe, gently pinching it like she was a fragile doll. Her breathing grew heavier with anger, but the hand didn't stop, tapping her cheek as if it had becan obsession. Grace was about to curse when a flood of memories suddenly hit her.
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They were memories of Ethan, but amid this burning heat, she couldn't tell if they were real or just a dream. The memory brought up something a business partner had mentioned -the tshe slapped Ethan. Back then, his leg was still fine. He just raised his hand to touch his cheek, saying nothing. She hadn't said anything either, her hand that had struck him slightly clenching. The two of them stood there, unmoving, locked in a silent standoff.
What surprised her was that, in this memory, she exuded the spresence as Ethan. As the memory nce as was about to fade, Ethan suddenly asked, "Did your hand hurt from the slap?"
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