The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335 Love Over Gold

“Refuse to take action?” Dillon’s gloomy gaze darkened even more. “In that case, there’s no reason for her to return with us today.”

At this moment, Lila’s figure was hidden behind the door of the stairwell in the hotel. She was used to taking the stairs whenever she was ‘working’. After all, many things could go wrong when taking the elevator.

The sound of light footsteps did not escape her ears and she glanced upstairs from the corner of her eyes. A layer of dust settled on the shoulder of her black jacket before she tightened her fingers around the gun and her palms began to perspire.

She had killed many people over the years and it was not easy for her to finally attain her current position. Nevertheless, she never imagined that the first person whom Dillon wanted her to kill when she returned to Riverdale again was her old friend.

“Miss Hudson, have you found what you were looking for?”

The stairwell was not far from the private room. It was only separated by a door, so Lila could clearly hear the conversation between the serving staff and Rachel.

Rachel’s voice came from within the private room. “Not yet. You can go back to your work. I will search for it myself.”

“Alright. Just let us know if you need anything.”

“Sure.”

The serving staff’s footsteps disappeared along the corridor. At this moment, Rachel was the only person left inside the private room.

Lila stood behind the door of the stairwell, but she attentively listened to the commotion behind her. She knew that if she did not take action now, the people whom Dillon sent would kill her without hesitation and Rachel would not survive either.

On the other hand, Rachel stood at the door to the restroom. She was just about to enter the restroom after confirming that the serving staff outside had left when she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind her.

“Who is it?” She spun around and saw Justin. “Why are you here?”

She quickly closed the door to the restroom.

Justin glared at her with a look of dense rage on his cold, handsome face. “Come with me.”

“Go where? What are you doing!? Let go of me!” As she was unable to win against him, he forcefully dragged her out of the private room. “Justin Burton, I’m going to report you to the police if you don’t let me go now!”

“You’re going to file a police report? Sure! Go ahead and do it!” Justin released his grip on her with a furious expression. “Who did you meet today? What did you talk about? Do you dare to tell the police about it?”

“Why would I need to tell the police about that? I only need to say that you’re stalking me! I thought you had changed! I can’t believe that you’re just the same as usual!”

He did not wish to argue with her. “Come with me right now.”

“Don’t touch me!”

He refused to be reasoned with and dragged her directly to the underground parking garage.

“I don’t care what you want to do. It doesn’t even matter whether it is for Hudson Pharmaceuticals or for yourself. In any case, you’re not allowed to interfere in matters involving Jason anymore!”

After dragging her all the way over, Justin yanked her toward the spot where he had parked his car. She was unable to break free of his grip and continued to struggle, but accidentally knocked off his hat before her expression immediately changed. “Justin, you…”

All of his hair had been shaved off while his head was wrapped in bandages and gauze. He looked exactly like a patient who was undergoing chemotherapy in the hospital. Despite the dim lights in the garage, Rachel could still see how vulnerable he was. She suddenly recalled the phone call she received from Frankie earlier, telling her that Justin was on the operating table.

Before she had time for further thoughts, the sound of someone clapping slowly came from behind her. “What is this little show? Miss Hudson, will you explain this to me?”

It was Dillon with two bodyguards behind him and they suddenly appeared behind them at some point in time.

Her expression froze for a moment. “Young Master Porter, weren’t you drunk?”