NovelEnglishBang! Their eyes sharpened, and they fired at the stime. At this moment, their minds were in sync, merging into one.
The two subordinates fell to the ground with a thud.
"Drew! Leave now!" Yvonne's heart thumped anxiously, her voice desperate and hoarse.
e with me!" Drew's eyes were heavy with determination. His right hand, holding the gun, was still pointing at the door. He wrapped his left hand around her waist, pulling her into his embrace without hesitation and tightening his grip.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSparks flew when their eyes met. It was as if they were the most important person in each other's lives.
At this moment, two other guards rushed in.
Drew and Yvonne simultaneously shot at them, not even taking a glance at the door.
"Drew, what are you doing?!" The corner of Yvonne's eyes turned red, her heaving chest pressing against his, stirring his emotions. "Are you hoping we could die together?" "Can you make it more romantic?" Drew's bright and shining eyes curved like crescent moons, with intense emotions rippling underneath. "I will be with you through thick and thin, life and death.” Instantly, Yvonne's heart skipped a beat, and her fair face flushed. No matter how much she tried to restrain herself, tears welled up in her eyes.
She spoke softly, deep inferiority seeping through her choked voice. "Stop messing around. Dying together with someone likeis an insult to you." Drew's chest tightened. He kept increasing the force of his hand holding her waist, as if he were trying to crush her bones.
"If you die, Ms. Bella, Justin, your father, brothers, and the whole family will be devastated." Yvonne's tone was indifferent. "But if I die, it's like a drop of rain vanishing in a puddle. It won't cause any ripples. My death won't sadden anyone, and nobody will remember it. So, Drew, please... You must stay alive." "Who said nobody would be sad or remember you?" Drew's gaze was intense, his breath heavy. "Yvonne, do you not seeas a human? Do I not have a heart?" "Perhaps you will. But it's alright. I'm merely a passerby in your life. Sadness is temporary. Slowly, tcould heal anything." Yvonne had been taking this path alone. Her heart was already riddled with wounds, covered in scars.
Nobody cared about her, and nobody treated her wounds. Twas her only friend.
"Stop talking nonsense. If I wanted to leave, I would've nevere in the first place!" Drew frowned in frustration and grabbed her hand. "Witharound, nothing will happen to you. We will both be fine!" At Pivotage, Taylor quickly ran to meet Christopher.
"Mr. Christopher! Your prediction ctrue! Drew fell into our trap and went to find Ms. Yvonne alone!" Christopher had just injected himself and was lying on the sofa, enjoying the exciting, dizzy sensation.
His usually meticulous collar was messed up, and his long legs lazily spread apart. The glass in his hands tilted toward the ground, spilling half of the wine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUpon seeing this scene, Taylor was inexplicably ufortable.
Christopher had been taking drugs more frequently, which was clearly not a good thing. Besides, taking too many drugs and drinking would slowly destroy his body.
If his body collapsed, what was the meaning of everything he gained through hard work? "The Thompsons are all lovesick fools willing to sacrifice themselves for love." Chapter 2011 1 Chapter 2011 2 "Okay." Christopher agreed.
"Ms. Yvonne is still inside. I'll think of a way to get her out..." "No need." Christopher half-closed his cold eyes. "They are so in love with each other. Since they want to die together, I'll grant their wish." Taylor's eyes widened in surprise, stunned. "Mr. Christopher... Ms. Yvonne has been with you for so many years. Are you really going to abandon her?!" "Why, are you unwilling?" "No... It's not that..." Taylor hesitated. “Ms. Yvonne has contributed much for you over the years, and Pivotage can't function without her. Besides..." Chapter 2011 3 A chill ran down Taylor's spine, and his heart tightened. "But Mr. Christopher..." At this moment, Christopher sat up from the sofa. The pot of red roses, which he took great care of like a lover, was placed on the coffee table.
Suddenly, Christopher grabbed the rose stalks with pale fingers.
Taylor exclaimed, "Mr. Christopher! Beware of the thorns!" Christopher's expression did not change. The next second, he uprooted the entire plant! With a clang, a small listening device fell out from the soil.
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