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This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 1190

Chapter 1190 The Enemy’s Enemy Is My Friend

Toby’s gaze was filled with so much viciousness that it made Connor realize Toby was not simply threatening with words. He was serious. If he lied to Toby and was found out, Toby would not hesitate to immediately twist his head off.

Connor thought that if he had been younger, he would not have been so scared of death. However, as he grew older, experienced more things, and watched the people dear to him pass away, his courage gradually diminished and he became even more fearful of death.

The older he grew, the more afraid he was of death; especially with his identity, he was even more afraid of death.

Once he died, he would not have anything left—his position as the head of the Salzburg Family, his authority, and his money. In other words, he would not be able to enjoy any of that anymore because it would all fall into the hands of his relatives.

He was not willing to see that happen. He wanted to keep being the head of the Salzburg Family until he was a hundred years old while still keeping control over the lives of many.

Therefore, I cannot die early. Never!

Lowering his eyelids, Connor avoided Toby’s murderous gaze as that was the only way he could feel less terrified.

“Don’t worry, Toby. I’ve promised that I didn’t lie to you, therefore, I wouldn’t. If you can give me a LoU, I will give you your mother’s belongings when I receive it,” Connor said.

Pursing his lips into a thin line, Toby was silent for a moment before responding, “Before 5.00PM, I’ll get someone to bring Anya over here. You’d better keep her in check because if she provokes my woman again, her outcome wouldn’t be that pretty.”

“Don’t worry. I will.” Connor raised his head and squeezed out a smile.

Seeing that he had achieved what he came here to do, Toby did not want to stay here anymore, so he placed his hands in his pocket and left while Tom followed behind him.

The two had just taken a few steps forward when Connor’s voice sounded from behind them.

“Toby, I didn’t tell anyone about my situation, so the outside world is still unaware of what I’ve experienced. Since you’re able to find out about this so quickly, it means you have someone on your side watching me,” Connor stated while looking at their backs.

Toby stopped walking and so did Tom.

“So, what? Do you still want to cause trouble for me?” A mocking smile appeared on Toby’s face, but he did turn around and only spoke at the door.

Spite filled Connor’s eyes, but it instantly disappeared. “Of course not. You must be joking. Who in Seafield would dare to find trouble with you? Isn’t that the same as seeking death? I only wanted to ask you something. Since you have men watching me, they should have seen the people who attacked me, right?”

“Oh?” With his eyebrows raised, Toby turned around and mocked, “So, you’re thinking of using my men to find out who attacked you?”

Connor set down the blanket and clenched his fist. “That’s right.”

“You have the wrong person.” Toby sneered, “What relationship do we have? How dare you think of finding clues from me! Do you think that’s possible? I’m telling you, it’s impossible. I won’t help you. Instead, I’d even help them cover their tracks. After all, an enemy’s enemy is my friend. You’re so naive to think that you can get something from me.”

After saying that, he turned back around and left the ward without stopping.

At the sight of the leaving figure, Connor’s face was red yet pale and his chest was heaving as if he could pass out at any minute.

Villains always lived till the end of the story and he currently looked weak as if he would die at any minute. However, in reality, it was these weak and sick people who lived for a long time that had the time to cause trouble for others.

“Mr. Salzburg.” At that moment, Xander ran in with a swollen forehead.

After he called out to Connor, he closed the door, walked toward the hospital bed, and stopped before him.

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