Darren's eyes flashed with malice as he suddenly raised his hand, thrusting it toward Aveline's face.
Darkness enveloped the night, broken only by a sliver of moonlight. As the dagger rose, its surface caught the pale glow, flashing a brief, ominous glimmer. Aveline's heart suddenly tightened, and she shouted, "Even if I die, you should at least let me know why!"
Darren paused, gave a cold smile, and viciously grabbed Aveline's hair. "Look at me, take a good look at my face. Do you really not remember me?"This text is property of NĂ´/velD/rama.Org.
Forced to look up, Aveline's eyes widened slightly as she stared at his face.
Darren had distinct features, and he must have been good-looking in his youth, but now his face was full of hostility, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Aveline felt a deep sense of unfamiliarity; she truly didn't remember him!
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Darren angrily slapped her again. "You little witch, you ruined me! If it weren't for you back then, I would have been living freely abroad by now!" He didn't want to waste any more words and raised the dagger, aiming at Aveline's face.
"Bang!"
The abandoned factory's door exploded inward with a thunderous crash. Blinding headlights flooded the space as a
sports car roared in, tires screeching, aimed directly at them.
Darren froze, not expecting anyone to arrive so quickly. In a panic, he instinctively released Aveline and turned to flee.
The car door opened, and a figure quickly gave chase, but Darren clearly knew the terrain well. Since it was night, he darted into the trees and soon disappeared.
Aveline struggled to her feet, and someone reached out to grab her arm, startling her.
"It's me." Russell's voice came.
Aveline looked at him, her cheek swollen and red, her appearance disheveled. "Russ, you saved me again..."
Russell said, "Sorry, he got away. Who was he? Why did he come after you?"
Aveline shook her head. "I don't know."
She couldn't understand why she was so unlucky, always encountering such situations.
Russell said, "Get in the car first, I'll take you to the hospital.
Aveline attempted a wry smile but winced as pain shot through her face. Without protest, she let Russell support her as she got into his car.
The sports car exited the warehouse, turned around, and was about to leave when another car sped over and stopped right in front of them. The headlights shone brightly, illuminating the area like daylight. The car door opened, and several bodyguards approached,
led by Lucas. Aveline saw him and her expression froze.
Russell commented, "He only arrived now? Isn't that a bit too late? If you'd waited for his rescue, you'd be in a hospital bed already."
Aveline remained silent, just quietly watching Lucas' tall, handsome figure.
Lucas walked to the front of the sports car. He saw the two of them inside and noticed Aveline's disheveled state, his brows furrowing instantly. He walked over and opened Aveline's car door. "Get out." Aveline didn't look at him. "What do you want?"
That cold attitude again!
Lucas felt a surge of frustration in his chest, his expression turning, colder. "Get out. Don't make me repeat myself a third time."
At that moment, an icy aura surrounded him, more chilling than the night breeze.
Russell sneered, "Mr. Tudor, if you can't protect her, just divorce her. Don't delay others who can."
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