After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire novel Chapter 572

Chapter 572 Martina's Revenge (5) Make the Choice

Martina never thought he was that powerful. The Manuel she knew was just an average Joe, weak and aloof. Today, however, she wouldn't have recognized the man wearing a black mask if she didn't know him well.

Even up until this moment, she had suspected that man might be a mercenary, a super-killer or something, and now she was one hundred per cent sure it was him.

She watched Manuel walking up to her. That was a Manuel she had never seen-there was no gentleness or humility in him but hostility and wrath, as horrible as a furious lion.

Martina had a twitch in her throat when she realized that he was truly riled up and lost control of himself, only because Susan was in danger.

But, why. Why did Susan deserve his love while she didn't? She loved him that much, why couldn't she win his affection?

The jar that suppressed her emotions got cracked, with her eyes scarlet. As Manuel was getting close to her, the black pistol in Martina's hand abruptly pointed at Susan's head.

Manuel stopped in his tracks. He looked indifferently into her desperate red eyes, in which a burning hatred gleamed.

Then he fixed his eyes upon Susan, whose eyes, mouth or even ears were all got stuffed up. He saw her body shivering with fright.

"Feel bad for her?" Martina asked.

He only looked at her once but kept gazing at Susan with concern.

Beneath her ice-cold shell, her heart was bitterly broken. She could never understand why under such circumstances he still set his sight on Susan.

Was she the one who was hurting the most right now? She lost her family, wealth and fame-she got nothing. Didn't he feel any pity for her?

"Let her go," Manuel said with an icy voice.

"For what?" Martina smiled sadly, with tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Why should I? I hate her guts! Why should I make it easy for her? Since I'm going to die, why don't I take her with me?"

"You don't want to die," Manuel told her straight.

"Like I have a choice."

"If you leave right now, you have. I didn't call the cop or any Collins. You're free to go now!"

Martina wore a sarcastic smile. Then what? She ended up with nothing but her living shell.

"Martina Sawyer, do not make me regret I had let you go today." He said slowly.

"You finally admit you're the man."

"I am."

"Who are you?" Martina got to falling apart-the man before her was by no means the Manuel she knew for more than ten years.

"Who I am is immaterial," said he blandly, "what counts is that it's only a matter of time before your family ended up like this."

"Why!" Martina couldn't take it anymore. If it weren't for him, the tragedy of her family wouldn't have happened. If Sarah died, what they had done wouldn't have been unearthed and they could've staged a comeback.

"Because you messed with the wrong person."

"Who? Don't say it's Hannah." Martina spoke with heavy irony. She still despised Hannah, thinking that she merely happened to be able and tried to be smart, but that was all she got-she couldn't manipulate everything, especially those under the table.