Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: 127-I Was Drugged

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"Step away from my property," the old man hissed.

Cold sweat broke out across my skin.

It wasn’t like I could just take the footage and run. He could call the police.

He could point me out and tell them I’d tried to steal it.

Even if he didn’t know my name, it would be easy for him to recognize me.

"Listen, I—I just need the footage," I pleaded.

Instead of answering, he walked to the desk, pulled a gun from the drawer, and pointed it at me, forcing me to back away from the monitor.

I was already feeling nauseous and sick.

He kept the gun pointed at me as he walked over and shut down the computer.

I knew then that even if I got the footage, I’d still have to get past the password.

He motioned for me to move aside, and I did, stepping away from the monitor completely.

"Listen, I can explain," I said, but he shook his head.

Now he stood in front of the monitor while I remained on the other side of the desk.

I watched him type in the password and bring the computer back to life.

Then I heard it.

He played the exact footage I had just been watching.

He looked up at me, then back at the screen.

This time, his expression was even more troubling.

He looked up and nodded.

"I should’ve recognized you the moment you walked in," he muttered. "But how was I supposed to know someone who looked so innocent could be this vicious?"

He tightened his grip on the gun, his hand trembling with anger.

"I’ll take this footage straight to the Alpha Kings so Alpha King Ragnar can see who attacked his brother-in-law."

"Please don’t do that. It’ll ruin my life," I pleaded.

Instead of lowering the gun, he began shaking even harder, silently warning me not to take another step.

"Ruin your life? You assaulted a man, then came here to trick me into leaving so you could delete the footage. If anything, you belong behind bars. You’re a dangerous, dangerous snake of a woman."

Every word sent goosebumps racing across my skin.

I placed a hand on the table to steady myself.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you on drugs?" he demanded and I shook my head.

"No. It’s just my medication," I uttered, pressing a hand to my neck.

I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

I didn’t know what was happening to me.

Everything was spiraling out of control.

I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

This felt different.

It wasn’t from the lack of sleep. It wasn’t from my unhealed wounds.

It wasn’t even from the medication.

It was something else.

A low grunt escaped the old man.

I forced my head up and saw his face had gone pale.

The gun slipped from his hand as he clutched his chest.

He tried to reach the computer to shut it down, but his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

I forced myself upright and looked from him to the monitor.

He was having a heart attack.

"Help—me," he gasped.

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