Sweet Love Contract novel Chapter 42

With a frown, Yara took a look at Wanda and said, "calm down, John. I'll call Quincy back now."

Looking at the phone, Quincy found that it was a call from Yara. His aunt had never called him when he was working. Was there something wrong with No.3 Mansion? He had been very worried today, because just now, John's men protected him and ran away, and he hadn't been found yet.

He looked at the phone and answered it.

"Where are you?"

"Working."

"Either you come back immediately, or you only would see Wanda's ..." She didn't say the last word.

Hearing that, Quincy's heart sank. His knuckles holding the phone turned white. In a low voice, he asked, "is it John?"

"Yes!"

"Aunt, tell him that I'll wait for him at his home and ask him to bring Wanda to me."

After hanging up the phone, Yara told John everything that Quincy had said.

John left with Wanda. Seeing her red eyes, Yara hurriedly followed her. John pointed at Wanda's neck with the knife and said, "get out of here, all of you."

"Don't be afraid. Quincy will keep you safe." Yara could only shout at Wanda.

Then John dragged Wanda away.

About twenty minutes later, John drove back to the parking lot of his house. After entering the elevator, he pushed Wanda inside, and he blocked the door of the elevator by himself. He looked at her with a murderous look in his eyes, and Wanda kept shrinking into the corner.

The blood was still dripping from his mouth corner. It couldn't tell where he was injured, but John didn't seem to feel any pain. All of a sudden, he grinned and looked at Wanda with a cold smile. "Even if I die today, I will take you with me. It's all your fault. You followed the wrong person. You followed the wrong person!"

"I didn't!" "Mr. John, there must be some misunderstanding between you and Mr. Quincy. Let's talk it through," said Wanda, although she knew it was useless to say anything now Her voice was as trembling as she was now, struggling powerlessly.

"Cut the crap!" The elevator stopped and John dragged her to open the door.

As soon as she entered, Wanda saw three people kneeling in the room, and a young man was kneeling in front of Quincy and constantly kowtowing to beg for mercy. With a roar, John pulled her in front of him and put the knife on her neck again. Wanda stared at Quincy, tears streaming down her face again.

"Dad, help me."

"Mr. John!"

The three people kneeling on the ground were all crying and looking at John. Wanda looked at the girl kneeling on the ground whose eyes were full of fear of death. She should be much younger than Wanda, sixteen or seven years old. The boy was twenty years old, still childish. When Wanda looked into their eyes, she cried even harder. The fight between Quincy and John would only sacrifice those innocent people. They had to follow them and be afraid.

Quincy smiled coldly, "are you making a desperate struggle? Just now, you said that one life for another life. Okay, I'll fulfill your wish. There are four people here, and four people can only live one. You can choose by yourself."