In the eyes of everyone, Vickie had killed the woman that everyone thought Gregory cherished the most.
Bright red blood stained the snow-white ground.
He stood there and looked at her coldly. Although the two were only three or four years old apart, it seemed that something had drawn a gap between them, and there was no way for them to come together again.
She looked into his eyes and opened her mouth, as if she was trying to explain something.
However, he did not give her this opportunity. He sent someone after her.
She originally thought that he would kill her, but he did not. Instead, he imprisoned her somewhere else.
She did not know what he wanted to do or what he was thinking about in his heart. She only knew that the gap between the two of them was getting bigger and bigger as if it was a hole that could never be completely restored.
Vickie finally panicked.
Besides wanting to meet him and tell him the truth, she wanted to insist that she did not steal the information. It did not matter if he believed her or not, but she also never killed that woman, especially since she did not even know what had happened.
It was true that she wanted to escape, but she never meant to kill anyone. She simply did not expect that woman to suddenly rush out towards her with a knife.
In her defense, she thought that it was a guard, so she had just reached out and attacked back.
She knew that her attack would only make the person unconscious and not cause any fatal injuries. After all, she did not want to hurt anyone anymore, but that woman had died.
Everyone saw with their own eyes that the woman was killed the moment Vickie struck her.
However, no matter how she explained, Gregory would not believe her.
She finally had a chance to explain everything in front of him. In addition to that, she guaranteed that if he still did not believe her, he could investigate and she would fully cooperate.
Nevertheless, he still did not believe her.
He just looked at her coldly and asked her, “I destroyed the Vermillion Bird Organization. Do you hate me?”
Stunned, Vickie did not know how to answer him.
Did she?
Not necessarily, because the two groups were two different forces in the first place, and they represented two different interests.
The domain and the cake were only so big, so it was inevitable that one would stand while the other would fall.
The top-secret information of both parties had been leaked at the same time, so someone must have done something. Even if Gregory did not do something, the other party would take action.
She asked herself if she was really willing to see Gregory get killed by her companions.
No, she was not. Therefore, she did not hate him either.
In this situation whereby the information of both parties was almost transparent, they lost, they were not as strong as the others, and they lost without any complaints.
What she hated was why he would kill them all even after he had clearly obtained what he wanted.
Those were all her friends!
Why could he not just let them go?
Seeing her just stay there, Gregory curled his lips. Without saying anything, he turned around and walked away.
The outcome after that was beyond Vickie's expectations.
She thought about a thousand ways how Gregory could take revenge and torture her, but she did not expect him to send her to jail.
When she learned about this, she did not know whether to cry or laugh.
Vickie continued with her back facing him, "In four years, I’ll come to you. Then, I’ll let you know that the people in the Vermilion Bird Organization did not die in vain, and the wrongs I’ve suffered today will also not be in vain. See you later. Whether it’s you or I, one of us shall fall!”
She left without looking back after she finished speaking.
The man froze there.
Like the wind blowing through time, returning to a long, long time ago, under the grape trellis in the afternoon sun, a girl with a pale, thin face but with bright, clear eyes walked in. She smiled, appearing so pure that it made anyone feel sympathetic towards her.
Why did it turn out like this now?
He had asked himself this question over and over again
Including these four years, over countless sleepless nights, while tossing and turning, he also asked himself this: What is it that made them what they were now?
However, there was no answer, and there was no one that could tell them the reason.
Now that four years had passed, when they met each other again, everything had changed.
Vickie just stood there, not speaking even after a while.
Jennie looked at her in a daze as she did not know what Vickie was thinking.
Following Vickie’s gaze, she saw a black Rolls Royce parked in the shadow of the branches by the roadside.
Taken aback for a moment, she then asked curiously, “Sister, who’s that? Is it someone you know?”
Vickie remained silent for two seconds before speaking. Her voice was faint and calm like a deep, secluded ancient well as she claimed, “I don’t know him.”
Jennie was taken aback.
Vickie turned her head, looked at Jennie with a smile, and said, “Just now you mentioned that I don’t have friends and have nowhere to go…”
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