When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 Finally Rescued

But he soon put his inner thoughts out of his mind.

Carl completely ignored Jean. With an expressionless face, he turned and walked towards Dominic, who was nearby..

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Without support from the others, Dominic couldn’t stand for too long. With a pained expression. he knelt on the ground, his face as pale as frost.

Upon seeing this, Bryson, with an anxious face, tried to approach and support him from falling. He never expected a cold figure to fall.

Bryson instinctively froze.

Carl, with a tall and robust body, came before them without being noticed. His gaze, cast from the top, made Bryson hard to breathe.

Carl didn’t speak up as he turned and gestured to his subordinates to support Dominic.

The two Night Sentinels heeded his order as they immediately came before Dominic to support him, who was now extremely weak on both sides.

Dominic was surprisingly calm in his expression, as if he had lost his consciousness; his eyes were lowered.

Bryson had never seen Carl, and so he didn’t know that the mysterious man in front of his eyes was Mr. Carl from the Ginger family.

He simply widened his eyes and observed everything in shock and silence.

The man before him was scheming and capable. Bryson knew that he wasn’t his match, but as he observed, this man seemed to have no animosity towards them.

This was probably the only good news.

Meanwhile, Jean turned around dejectedly, only to realize Ludwig was behind her–the situation was dire.

The young man stubbornly stood in his place, but his stance was unsteady, as if he would fall to the ground the next moment.

Jean took an immediate step forward and reached out to grab Ludwig’s arm.

Now that she was closer to him, she noticed the young man’s deathly pale face; his skin was devoid o

any color, and his bluish veins were clearly visible.

Jean opened her palm, and warm blood streamed down Ludwig’s arm and flowed onto her palms.

Chapter 138 Finally Rescued.

She asked, “Ludwig, are you still conscious?”

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Jean supported half of Ludwig’s body with all her might as she spoke anxiously in his car.

If the young man lost his consciousness now and fell into a coma, it was going to be tricky.

Upon hearing her, he lifted his eyelids; his eyelashes, like crow feathers, quivered gently.

“I’m fine.” Ludwig shook his head, calmness all written on his face, without any trace of misery.

If it weren’t for his pale face and swaying figure, Jean might have been deceived by him.

He was seriously injured, yet he was acting tough.

An arm suddenly stretched firmly in front of Jean.

Ludwig was supported by Night Sentinel, who suddenly appeared.