Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Die Together

Jean sat in the car silently. She looked at her phone and glanced out of the windows several times before asking nonchalantly, “Aren’t we there yet?”

Ally quickly replied, “I think we are almost there. I’m not familiar with the region around here. Let me look at the map – oh no, I forgot to bring my phone with me.” “I see.” Jean passed her phone over. “You can use mine.” Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“Can I? Can you tell me your passcode then?” Ally asked innocently. “There’s no passcode at all.” Jean cocked her head toward the window. “Just go ahead and use it to check our location. Let me know once we’ve arrived.”

“Sure. Just take a good rest while I handle this.” Ally smiled widely. As soon as Jean closed her eyes, she immediately unlocked the phone.

Around ten minutes later, with several stops in between, Jean mumbled, “We should almost be there, right?”

She opened her eyes after that, but she realized that only she and the driver was left in the car. Ally had disappeared with her phone and her bag.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! How was she brought up by the Sans family? So what if she’s highly educated? She’s still an idiot after all.”

She turned around and gazed at the darkened surroundings. It was late evening now, and mist started to seep into the air around her. For a foreign traveler, it was easy for her to lose her way.

Ally must have thought that I can’t speak the local language, so she took my phone away and bribed the driver and some fighters. Unfortunately, I’m Jean – I’m not an idiot like her.

“Hey, send me back,” she instructed in French, sounding like a native speaker.

As she once prepared to study abroad at this place, she had learned the language here. Unexpectedly, it came handy on this day.

The driver froze for a brief moment after hearing her voice, but he quickly swore and slammed his foot on the accelerator pedal.

This is my turf, and she is just a weak woman. What can she do to me?

Thinking about the money he was about to get, and Jean’s beautiful face and body, the driver became even more excited.

However, a second later, a cold and sharp knife was pressed against his throat. It was not just a mere threat from Jean; she slid the knife across his skin harshly.

“You’re nuts!” the driver yelled.

She gave a little smile before replying calmly, “Send me back to the hotel. You will get every cent she promised you. Otherwise, we shall both die here.”

He looked at the rearview mirror and saw her vacant, cold eyes. Then, he gulped and turned around.

“Let go–”

As soon as he opened his mouth, she pressed the blade closer to his throat. With a cold chuckle, she warned, “You’d better not play any tricks with me and drive faster. Otherwise, you might die from blood loss before even reaching the hotel.”

The driver’s fingers trembled as he forfeited his thoughts of getting away from her assault.

When they were just two turns away from the hotel, Jean asked him to call Ally. “Ask her to come out, and I’ll let you go.”

As more blood flowed from his neck, he begged her fearfully, “Can you let me go to the hospital first?”

“You’d better pray that Ally comes out soon. Once she enters the car, I’ll let you go.”

Her voice was void of warmth, as though she was not afraid that he might die in the car.

The driver closed his eyes in agony and held on until Ally entered the car. It was only then that he got a handkerchief from Jean.

“Use it to cover your wounds. You’d better not die in front of me; you would dirty my sight.”