Mia Robinson was in a daze. Her head hurt, and a buzzing sound rang out in her ears, but she had no idea what was going on.
When she looked around, she felt like her head was spinning. The surroundings were so noisy, and police sirens resounded through the place. Everything seemed in chaos.
Then she suddenly remembered her brother. Didn't he shout a few words to her just now? And then... he jumped into the river.
She hurriedly bent over the bridge railings and looked down. There was nothing but darkness, and the water seemed still. She couldn't hear even the slightest movement down there.
But her brother jumped, and she saw it with her own eyes. Where was he now?
"Brother?
Micheal?
Where are you?"
Mia screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping to get a sign from Micheal Robinson. However, two bodyguards in black came to her to take her away from the bridge. "Miss Robinson, please get in the car with us first."
"No! I'm not going anywhere! My brother... he jumped down there. Go and save him. He was... with a woman. Get them out of the water." Mia was still dizzy because she was drunk. She was reeking of alcohol.
"Miss Robinson, please get in the car first. Mr. Robinson will be fine." Despite her resistance, the two bodyguards carried her. She was still drunk, so she didn't have that much strength to grapple.
Gabrielle fell off the bridge completely unpreparedly, so she passed out when her body plunged into the water.
Micheal followed the current to find her. Then he wrapped one arm around her and swam to the shore with his other arm.
As soon as he reached the shore, a bright light shone upon him. It was beaming and almost blinded him. He wiped his face with his hands to have a clearer vision. Then he saw several men in black standing in front of him with a tall and slender man in the middle. After seeing the man's face clearly, his expression immediately darkened.
"Westley., what are you doing here?" The hint of coldness in his voice made the river breeze in the middle of the night chillier.
"I'm here to take my wife back." Westley didn't care about Micheal's mood at all. He just stood there and looked at him indifferently.
"Your wife?" Micheal asked with a frown as he carried Gabrielle out of the water.
Since there was no other women around, he knew that the wife Westley was talking about was the unconscious woman in his arms.
"Micheal, thank you for risking your life in saving my wife. Then again, she fell into the water because of Mia, so naturally, you have to save her. But still, thank you." Westley wanted to take Gabrielle and hold her in his arms.
"Wait! She is your wife? How can that be? Isn't Nellie your fiancee?" It seemed that Micheal didn't mean to let Gabrielle go.
"Whoever I want to marry is none of your business. Now what? You know that I don't like repeating my requests." Obviously, Westley didn't intend to make a concession.
Micheal hesitated for a moment. But when Westley walked up to him and took Gabrielle from his arms, he was not able to react.
Westley and his men had strode away with Gabrielle, but he still stood rooted to the spot, drenched.
He didn't even notice that his assistant was already in front of him. "Mr. Robinson, here's a towel." His assistant's voice seemed to have awakened him from a deep sleep.
"Check Westley's relationship with that woman," Micheal ordered while drying himself with the towel. He then walked to the side of the road.
He knew what kind of person Westley was. Westley would never bother to even glance at something that didn't belong to him, let alone take it.
So if he said that the woman was his wife, then she must really be his wife.
But how did it happened? Shouldn't he be marrying Nellie?
Why did he marry a different woman instead? And when did the wedding take place?
Micheal couldn't remember hearing news about it.
Gabrielle felt that she fell into a bottomless black abyss, and it was extremely cold.
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