Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 708

Nell scoffed. “Then how did you know that the people who hurt me have tattoos of a flame on the back of their necks?”

Gregory replied wanly, “I saw him with my own eyes.”

Nell was shocked and frowned.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you say that you found me while blasting for fish?”

Gregory could not help but laugh when he heard her response.

Still, he got back to business. “Mm, true, but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t see anything else.”

He kept mum on purpose. As a result, Nell was irritated.

“Gregory Graham, can’t you tell me everything at once?”

“Yes, I can. Kiss me, Little Seven, and I’ll tell you everything.”

“You!”

Nell closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried her best to snuff out her urge to whack him.

After that, she laughed wickedly. “Suddenly, I have no interest in listening to you anymore. Say, do you think I’ll be able to make it in time if I come back now, seek you out of the Graham family and whack you?”

Gregory sensed how diabolical she sounded.

He knew that she was genuinely pissed, so he sniggered and stopped fooling around.

He responded in a no-nonsense manner, “Alright, I’ll tell you the truth. Before I got you out of the water, I saw them, but I didn’t pay much attention to them.”

“Later, when I dragged you out of the sea, I noticed that apart from our boat, those fellows’ boat was the only one that showed up near that area. Of course, we didn’t throw you into the water, so if there aren’t any special circumstances, they are probably the ones who dump you into the sea.”

“Moreover, the surrounding area of the sea was huge and you weren’t wearing a life vest, so it’s unlikely that you floated from someplace far away and survived. The answer simply revealed itself.”

Nell listened and a deep crease appeared between her brows.

She asked, “Do you remember how those people looked like, and any other characteristics?”

“Nothing much, there were people from the East and the West on that boat. The only thing that connected all of them was the symbol of a flame on the back of their necks.”

Gregory paused, then continued, “I looked up that symbol later but didn’t find anything unusual. It had nothing to do with me, so I didn’t bother. If you’re keen to know, you can look it up yourself.”

Nell was momentarily silent.

Then, she ordered, “Afterwards, draw that symbol and send me a photo of it.”

Gregory grinned. “Eh, are you asking for my help, Little Seven?”

“Gregory, don’t burn bridges with others in case you meet them again. Don’t let others hate this theory, you should understand.”

Gregory tutted again but he did not reject her. He said yes and hung up.

He did produce a draft and sent it to Nell.

The draft was done in a rush and the symbol was hard to decipher.

Nell scrutinized it and it took her some time before she managed to see the pattern.

Gregory’s draft was very crude, so she traced it on a separate sheet of paper. Finally, she realized it was indeed the symbol of a flame.

A wrinkle slowly formed between her eyebrows.

She wondered whether she was imagining things, but she had an inkling that she had seen the symbol somewhere before.

Suddenly, she experienced a flashback. Brief scenes flashed across her mind’s eye.

As the scenes showed up rapidly, she was unable to pinpoint what they were before they disappeared.

Then, a sharp pain followed.

Nell groaned and her fingers began to tremble. The sheet of paper slid out of her hand and fell onto the floor. She cupped her head with her hands and curled up into a ball.

Nancy, who was in the living room, overheard the noise and came in. She was shocked to see Nell squatting by the window with her hands around her head.

She rushed towards her and asked anxiously, “Nelly, what’s going on?”

There was a tight frown on Nell’s face as the horrible agony spread across her head. It felt like someone was battering her with a hammer.