"Mr. Castillo..." Melanie subconsciously muttered. "Come with me!" Hank didn't want to waste words, grabbed her collar, and pulled her out of the pile of rocks. "Except here, there's nowhere to hide!" Being dragged by him, Melanie was anxious. "Others aren't idiots. Do you want to wait for them to come and deliver your head to them?" Hank didn't look back, running ahead. Fortunately, Melanie was wearing flats. Even so, she could barely keep up with his speed after giving it her all. She suddenly realized that Hank's words made sense. In the entire field, there were only large rocks here that were suitable for hiding. If the enemy caught up, they would definitely search it... Yet, after running for a while, she suddenly realized that their pursuers might not be her enemies. Perhaps they were only Hank's enemies? At this thought, she slowed down her pace. Just then, several of Hank's bodyguards quickly approached him and gathered, saying, "Sir, Nathan's people are chasing
After running for a long time once again, Melanie was so exhausted that she couldn't catch her breath. But just then, they heard dogs barking behind them. This time, Melanie and Hank immediately became vigilant. They hurriedly bent down and hid in the weeds. The weeds were very tall and dense. Logically, it would be difficult for people chasing from afar to discover them. However, they heard the barks getting closer and closer, directly approaching their hiding spot! Hank frowned, estimating the distance. Then, he suddenly stood up, raised his gun, and began shooting. "Bang, bang, bang!" His marksmanship was extremely accurate. Every shot hit its mark! Melanie heard three muffled sounds not far away as three figures fell. "Let's go!" Hank said immediately. After speaking, he turned and continued to run wildly in the weeds, pulling Melanie along. "Stop running. They have dogs with them. Dogs can track your scent, so no matter where you go, they can still find you." M
A few seconds later, Hank and Melanie both breathed a sigh of relief. This was because the barking from behind had faded into the distance as the doges veered off, heading in another direction rather than toward them. Hank finally stopped, turning around to look at Melanie, who had fallen behind quite a distance. He encouraged, "Hang in there. The highway is in front!” Melanie was exhausted from running. She struggled to lift her head and saw, as expected, a wide highway in the distance. There were cars passing by. Great! They were finally saved! She summoned her remaining strength to catch up to Hank and finally had the opportunity to carefully inspect his abdominal injury, which was now bleeding more profusely. "Can your injury hold up?" she asked again. "I’m fine," Hank replied casually, as if the injury wasn't his. "Let's go! It's still not safe here." With that, he quickened his pace. However, his injuries were severe, and he clearly couldn’t run anymore. He
However, Hank was still blinking at her... Melanie's mind raced. Clearly, Hank had already been planning something behind the scenes. The fact that he was so clear-headed now indicated that he had pretended to faint earlier. His purpose, perhaps, was to make the person driving lower their guard, thinking he had no strength left, and that there was only a powerless woman in the back seat. There was nothing to fear. Melanie also calmed down and began to play along with Hank's act. She turned to the driver and pretended to be anxious as she pleaded, "Could you please take us to the hospital, the nearest one? Please!" "There's no hospital nearby..." the driver replied vaguely. Just as expected. If this driver were an ordinary person, shouldn't he ask who they were and why they were injured? But this driver only kept saying there was no hospital, and despite seeing Hank losing so much blood, his expression remained calm. At that moment, several large trucks roared past, blar
Without assistance, the surgery took longer than expected, and by the time the bullet was finally removed, an hour had passed. Melanie was exhausted, and Hank had fallen into a deep sleep under the effect of anesthesia. "Buzz." At the bedside, Hank's phone received a message, lighting up the screen. Melanie glanced at it unintentionally, seeing a brief message that read, "Sir, as per your instructions, it has been taken care of." Below the message notification, Melanie saw his phone wallpaper, which was a photo. In the photo, there was a family of four—parents and two sons. It looked very warm. It was hard to believe that this was the wallpaper of a cold-blooded killer's phone... She sat on the floor and rested her upper body on the sofa, her eyes threatening to close. She was just too tired, but she dared not sleep. She was afraid someone would barge in, and she was also afraid of the man on the bed... - After about half an hour of dozing off, Hank suddenly wok
When Melanie was young, she often stayed at her grandfather's house during summer and winter vacations. She had also curiously asked why her grandfather hung a wooden pendant at the head of the bed, which looked like something for girls. She couldn't remember her grandfather’s answer at the time, but that pendant never left his bedside. It wasn't until he passed away and her parents went to his house to pack up his belongings that the pendant was brought back to their home in Harbor City. By then, she had grown up and had started to remember more things. She remembered holding the pendant and asking her father what significance it held for her grandfather. Her father had said at the time that before her grandfather married her grandmother, he had been married once before, and it seemed he had a child as well. Perhaps this was a keepsake from that family... Melanie thought back repeatedly, confirming that she hadn't misremembered her father's words. She was also sure that
"She looks a bit disheveled, but her face is pretty." "Of course. Mr. Castillo is asking our boss for something, so how could his gift be inferior? It's just that he enjoyed it himself first, which is a bit scummy... Can we really present her to our boss like this?" The car was speeding along as the bodyguards discussed. The one in charge in the passenger seat glanced at Melanie and said, "Of course we can't present her like this. Prepare some clean clothes for her. She has to clean herself and doll herself up before we can present her. Otherwise, if the boss gets angry, not only will Mr. Castillo be in trouble, but we'll also be in trouble!" "Yes!" the bodyguard in the back seat responded and began making a call to ask for women’s clothes. Melanie listened for a while. After she got the gist of the conversation, she asked anxiously, "The gift you're talking about, is it me?" One of the bodyguards was stunned for a second before bursting into laughter, followed by the whole
"If you have something to attend to, go ahead. You don't need to delay your business for me." The young man in the room pretended to be modest. The older man waved his hand quickly, "Mr. Hardy, you’re my esteemed guest. Is there anything more important than you?" With that, the older man gestured impatiently toward the door, "What's with the hurry? Don't you know I'm seeing an honored guest?" "Boss... Your gift has arrived..." The bodyguard at the door pushed the door open a bit wider so that his boss could see Melanie. Through the crack in the door, Melanie also saw the two men sitting facing each other on the sofa. The older man was not very tall and had tanned skin. He was obviously someone not to be trifled with. The young man across from him, on the other hand, had a slender figure, fair skin, and a stylish hairstyle. He had brown curls with a braid at the end. For some reason, Melanie felt that she had seen this young man somewhere before... "What's with this ta