Greg’s words made Melanie tremble all over. She couldn’t stop replaying the sentence "alive or dead", and her heart turned cold. However, she couldn't accept selling her body... Unexpectedly, Greg saved her from Anthony and Nathan's den, only to bring her to his den... "What's wrong?" Seeing Melanie's hesitant and resolute eyes, Greg smirked disdainfully. "Is it so bad to be my woman? Then you might as well die and accompany the man you love!" After saying that, Greg turned and left. In an instant, his cruel mockery pushed Melanie to the brink! She widened her eyes suddenly, her irrational thoughts reaching a dead end, realizing that the last thing she should do now was to seek death. Death was too easy. The hardest thing was to live. Jefford was so strong. Perhaps he hadn't died at all? If, as she thought, Jefford was just injured and hiding, how would her death help him? Melanie closed her eyes, then opened them again. Looking at Greg, who had already walked t
Melanie reached out and gently touched the bandage wrapped around her head. The wound was still a bit sore, but her sense of pain was gradually returning to normal. While physical exertion might not be her strong suit, Melanie had confidence in her intellect. She knew that as long as she put her mind to it, there was nothing she couldn't accomplish. Greg had assigned two bodyguards to her, claiming they were there to look after her and follow her orders, but Melanie knew that they were actually there to ensure she didn't escape. Not that she had any intention of running away. Moreover, she needed to help Greg achieve his goals as quickly as possible so that she could have leverage to persuade him to send someone to find Jefford. "Is Milo still outside?" Melanie asked Greg’s bodyguard who was standing guard outside the bedroom. "Yes," the bodyguard replied. "Mr. Hardy said you can discipline him anytime." "Have him come in," Melanie said calmly. Without hesitation, the b
Melanie smirked. Where could she go? She was injured and felt dizzy even standing up, so of course she would rest in the room. "Did you hear that? Please inform Mr. Hardy that it's going to be chaotic outside tonight, and he should be careful," Melanie said to the bodyguard standing outside the bedroom. The bodyguard nodded, walked to the corner, and made a phone call. He was probably reporting everything he had heard and seen to Greg. After hanging up the phone, the bodyguard returned and looked at Melanie, asking, "Do you need anything to eat? Just let me know." "No, thank you. I'll let you know when I need something," Melanie replied. Seeing the more respectful attitude of the bodyguard toward her, Melanie felt relieved. - That night. Indeed, there was chaos in the club. Gunshots and sounds of fighting continued incessantly, the chaos no less than the night before. These sounds repeatedly triggered Melanie's nightmares, and she covered her ears with a pillow, b
The moment the door opened, everyone in the room was startled. Fingers on the triggers hesitated! "Calm down!" A woman's clear voice called out again, and both Greg and Hank glanced at the door. A burly bodyguard walked in with Melanie on his back. They were followed by Milo and many men... "Melanie!" Hank didn't lower his gun. His men protected him as he retreated to Melanie's side. He looked warily at Milo and the others behind her, then at Melanie, who had a bandage wrapped around her head. He asked, "What did they do to you?" Seeing the hatred in Hank's sharp eyes, Melanie quickly said, "Calm down. You’ve misunderstood. I'll explain everything." Next, Melanie briefly explained that Greg and Milo were her allies. Milo was now the new owner of "Heaven on Earth," and in the future, he would be Greg’s next-in-line. If Hank was willing, he could replace Nathan and become their business partner. "I have a question." Hank remained silent for a while as he processed
"You figured it out?" Melanie looked at Hank with some surprise. "Based on what I know about you, it's unlikely that a person like Mr. Hardy would be your friend, nor would he help you rescue someone," Hank replied steadily. "Do you know me that well?" Melanie was still a bit surprised. She had only met Hank three times... "Although we haven't known each other long, we've experienced near-deaths together several times, which is enough for me to see a person's true nature," Hank said with certainty. Melanie pursed her lips and said, "The friend I mentioned is indeed not the Mr. Hardy you just saw. The one here a few days ago was a fake Mr. Hardy, impersonated by my friend. He might have gotten into trouble during the gunfight. Can you..." "Help you find him?" Hank quickly followed up. "Yes." Melanie nodded heavily. "I already planned to." Hank sat down and calmly informed her, "On the way here, I heard that there was a fierce gunfight here last night with many casualti
Hank lifted his head and sniffed. "Are you hungry? I don’t smell it." Melanie pursed her lips. The scent she mentioned and what Hank understood were completely different. She shook her head, not wanting to explain. Her mind was not clear at the moment, so it was possible that what she had just smelled was a hallucination. She closed her eyes for a nap. Half an hour later, the car came to a halt. Melanie immediately opened her eyes, looking at the manor outside the car window. She heard Hank behind her say, "We're here." Someone outside opened the car door for Melanie and pushed her in a wheelchair into the manor. Another person in a wheelchair was Alex, who had been waiting for them at the door. "I'm so happy to see you back!" "Are you happy to see me or her?" Hank asked sharply. "Of course, I'm happy to see both of you!" Alex said as he moved his wheelchair behind Melanie, inspecting the bandage on her head. "Is this injury serious?" "Not as serious as your b
In the vast field, the night was pitch black. Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the wind blew gently, causing the grass that was taller than a person to rustle. Melanie swiftly parked her car by the roadside and ran into the field with her medical kit on her back, paying no mind to the eerie surroundings. "Dr. Jones?" "Dr. Jones!" Two cars followed behind her, and Hank's bodyguards jumped out one after another. However, they could only see Melanie's car; her figure had already disappeared into the tall grass, leaving no trace. "Quickly report to the boss! Send more people for back up! We'll split into three groups to search for her! We must ensure Dr. Jones's safety!" the leading bodyguard decisively ordered. The group dispersed and charged into the grass, disappearing from sight in a flash. - Melanie ran in the direction where the perfume scent was coming from. The scent was faint, undetectable to others, but she could clearly distinguish it. "Jefford!" "J
"Strange. It's not cold at all tonight." Melanie curled her slender legs and snuggled into Jeffrey's embrace, letting him hug her completely as they shared a coat. "Heaven is being kind. They want us to lie here a little longer." Jeffrey gently brushed her nose, smiling indulgently. "How did you find me?" "Did you bring a bottle of perfume?" Melanie looked around him. "You mean this?" Jeffrey pulled out a bottle of perfume from behind him, exactly the one Melanie remembered. The bottle was tipped over and all the perfume spilled out, leaving it empty. "I followed the scent and guessed you might be around here," Melanie said. "So you came running dressed like this to find me?" He tugged the coat tighter around her, worried she might get cold. The tender moment they had just shared made Jeffrey realize a lot of things. He used to be torn about his dual identities, wanting her to love him, yet fearing she loved Jefford and not him. Yet she had said she didn't care