CHAPTER 375 CONSCIOUSNESS GRADUALLY BECOMES CHAOTIC

Chapter 375 Consciousness gradually becomes chaotic

After getting up the next day, Martha came to the place where she had agreed with Rhys.

She and Rhys had agreed a few days earlier to go to a painting exhibition together, and this time she

would bid farewell to him.

When Rhys arrived, Martha was already standing outside the exhibition hall, waiting for him.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly and he said with a smile, "It's been a long time."

"I just got here, too."

Martha said warmly, and walked into the pavilion with Rhys.

"I haven't seen you for a while, Mr. Williams, you're getting more and more energetic." This belongs to - ©.

"Don't make fun of me, I've been busy with big projects lately, I don't even have time to hang out with

beautiful women, how can I look energetic?"

Rhys smiled profanely, he saw something, pointed to a painting on his side and commented, "Not bad,

it is beautiful."

"It is indeed a good painting, the details are also great."

Martha commented approvingly, with a bit of relief in her brows.

Since she had spoken to Rhys, the two of them had gotten to know each other quite well, and now it

was not too much to say that they were confidants.

"I may be away for a while recently ... about the Williams Group's late cooperation with the Doyle

Group, the vice president will be in full charge."

Rhys raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Out for a business trip, I'm not sure when I'll be back."

Martha smiled, hiding the complex emotions in her black eyes.

Rhys nodded and was just about to ask something more when she heard a tiny vibrating sound from

Martha's phone.

She picked up the phone, and at a glance, she saw the note on the screen -

Eden.

Martha picked up the phone and asked in disbelief, "What's wrong?"

Her words were barely out of her mouth when Eden's eager voice came through -

"Stefan has been out of contact for twenty-four hours, and we can't find anyone."

When Martha heard this, her body trembled, her eyes could not help but be dazed, and for a moment

she did not know how to react.

Is he missing ...

How come...

And Rhys, who was standing beside him, heard these words and involuntarily frowned, and a strange

color flickered across his eyes.

When Martha returned to her senses, the hand holding the phone unconsciously tightened and she

replied indifferently, "It has nothing to do with me."

After saying this, she directly hung up the phone, as if she had nothing to do with Stefan.

But Rhys, who was standing beside her, could see that Martha had a clear concern in her eyes.

He did not point it out, but continued to admire the painter's paintings with Martha.

However, Martha became obviously a little distracted.

Rhys noticed her change, and after a long time, he couldn't help but speak out to comfort her.

"Don't worry, he's very lucky, he will be fine."

Martha didn't retort, instead she laughed lightly, looked at him and asked softly, "Do you still hate him

now?"

When Rhys heard this, his thin lips were pursed and he was silent for a while.

After a long time, his thin lips lightly opened and his indifferent voice rang out.

"Hate makes me bear so much, I don't want it."

Only when one learns to let go of hatred will life become easy.

Although he couldn't immediately let go of his hatred for Stefan now, he would try to do it later ....

...

At this moment, that mountain.

After Stefan said goodbye to the old man, he walked all the way up the winding mountain road towards

the mountain.

The further up the mountain he went, the thicker the fog became, and eventually he could barely even

see anything within five meters ...

He kept on walking until late afternoon, and after night slowly fell, the sight in front of him was even

more blurry.

He took the headlamp and kept looking for his current location, only to find that it seemed like he would

walk around and eventually walk back.

By the time he realized this, he was clearly aware that he was lost, except that he had no idea where

he was now or where to go.

The sky was slowly getting darker and the temperature on the mountain was dropping, making Stefan,

who was wearing casual clothes, shiver a little.

But even so, he still did not want to give up.

This was his only chance, he could not let it go.

However, even if he was determined, his physical strength had used up.

Stefan stumbled and groped forward, but just after he walked two steps forward, he fell on the ground

because of the slippery road.

The ground was full of small edgy stones, his pants were cut at once, blood was oozing from his knee.

He frowned, forcefully braced himself, and continued to walk forward.

Yet he walked more and more slowly because of the physical exhaustion.

Finally, he sat down on a large stone to rest.

But just after sitting down, he clearly felt his brain began to lack of oxygen.

He subconsciously opened his mouth to breathe more oxygen, but because of physical exhaustion, the

scene in front of his eyes became blurry.

Immediately after, his body slowly fell backwards, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic ...