Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Madeline was forced to shut her mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going to rain.

Looking at the sections of road that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s nerves slowly tightened.

The car stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged out of the car.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“Jeremy, why did you bring me here!”

She asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored her.

Madeline had been dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no longer had the strength to stand, and the bodyguard had pushed her toward the grave.

Madeline fell to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then she raised her eyes.

Jeremy stood in front of her, noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and cold.

“Why, here?” Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by the fog.

Jeremy leaned over and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender and alluring eyes.

“To let you experience for a moment, a bitter anguish.”

“What?”

Madeline did not understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her vision at this moment.

“Move.” He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline coldly.

Madeline immediately heard the sounds of chiseling a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with stone hammers and chisels.