Chapter 4
“Marcus!”
She jumped out the car and rushed forward excitedly.
I struggled to lift my eyelids, wanting to demand an explanation from my fiancé.
But it wasn’t Marcus who got out of the car-it was his secretary, Derek Hayes.
Celeste immediately started pouting:
“I’m like, so upset today that I didn’t even get to do my nails, and he sends YOU to deal with me? Uh-uh, no way! He has to come apologize to me
himself!”
“The young master is staying with the old man for surgery,” the man explained.
“So what! The doctor I got is a foreign specialist-there’s NO way there could be a problem!” Celeste pouted. “And he won’t even come hang out
with me…”
Derek frowned deeply. The moment our eyes met, his whole body shook.
He quickly walked over to me, his eyes filled with shock at seeing my blood-covered, wounded body.
“The young master told me to get her to the hospital immediately.”
He reached out to untie the ropes binding me.
Barely clinging to life, I found it all so ironic.
The old man’s heart surgery must have gone wrong-that’s why he wanted me back.
That operation was extremely dangerous. Nobody but me could pull it off successfully.
“What?!”
Celeste looked at me in disbelief, her eyes full of jealousy.
“No wonder you dared come to the Bryant house! You used being a driver as an excuse to provoke me!” she exploded. “Spill it! How dare you seduce Marcus behind my back! You slut!”
She yanked Derek’s hands away from the ropes.
She sneered: “I’ve seen plenty of women like you! Marcus just plays around, and once he’s done, he always hands them over to me to deal with.”
Even if I torture you to death, he’ll only praise me for doing a good job!”
nsumed with jealousy, Celeste ran back to the driver’s seat like a maniac.
The engine roared to life.
She floored the gas pedal!
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Derek, who had tried to save me, was left far behind.
In an instant, I felt the skin on my back being ripped off along with my clothes.
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My wrists were ground to the bone.
“АННННН!”
Celeste suddenly screamed.
BANG!
The car stopped.
Derek had rammed his car into hers to force her to stop!
“Have you had enough?” His chest heaved. “Mr. Bryant said to take her away!”
“Doesn’t he love me anymore?” Celeste whined. “He’d rather let some trashy homewrecker get her claws into him than come comfort me…”
While she was crying and making a scene, I seized the opportunity. Using my last ounce of strength, I broke free from the worn-through ropes.
I collapsed next to Derek and grabbed his phone.
My hands were mangled beyond recognition-I’d never be able to hold a scalpel again. The mission to save my old mentor was now impossible.
Losing too much blood, I forced myself to stay conscious.
Enduring excruciating pain, I desperately used my fingers-bones now visible through the flesh-to send a text to the leadership:
[Your student has failed you and betrayed the nation’s trust. I can only atone in the next life!]
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