Laurence was being brutally honest. Being rash would not solve this problem. If he did go to the factory, he would end up where George wanted him, and Laurence wasn’t that stupid. He had already ordered someone to track down George. It was only a matter of time until he was found.George didn’t become angry after hearing that. On the contrary, he laughed. He forced Zoey to look at him, and just as he had hoped, her eyes were teary. He then rubbed salt into her wounds. “Listen to what your husband just said.”Zoey clenched her teeth, remaining silent. She didn’t want to show any weakness.“Even I’m feeling a little sorry for you,” George said, feigning sympathy.Zoey repeated to herself that things would be okay. Laurence was right—if he came to the factory, he would just be coming to his doom. Dying would achieve nothing.She smiled weakly. “But is he wrong?” she asked.George was stunned.Zoey hadn’t eaten much the last few days. It left her weak, so her voice was rather soft. “Would
She didn't look like a hostage at all. She was calm and relaxed, unafraid that she would die here. Sarah looked at her with a grin, still in the mood for a chat. "Was this how you guys stayed warm when you got kidnapped last time?"Zoey clenched her fists and said, "It's none of your business." Sarah smiled innocently and asked, "How could it be none of my business? Laurence told me a lot about it. He said you got whipped and got slapped on the left side of your face, didn't you?"She was defeated by the calm and smiling Sarah. Sarah said, "No wonder he likes to kiss me on the left cheek and touch my ears. You will never know how lovingly he looks at me."Laurence's world revolved around Sarah. Zoey felt as if she were clenched in Sarah's hand with no choice but to get crushed. She felt suffocated and miserable, like an animal in a slaughterhouse. Her throat hurt as if she’d swallowed knives, and blood flowed freely from her wound. She said hoarsely, "You're still so proud after steali
It was a balance of rationale and emotion. Laurence had chosen emotion without any hesitation. He just couldn't bring himself to watch on the sidelines and do nothing.George didn't expect to be so lucky. "Then I'll be waiting for you here, Mr. Scott." After hanging up, he texted Laurence the location and warned him not to try anything, or everyone would die.The scarred man was already very impatient. "Must I still tie them over the cliff?" George changed his mind at the last minute. Since Laurence dared to come, then the dynamite he had hidden in the warehouse would still be of use. "No, just stay here for now. We'll see again tomorrow before Laurence arrives." The scarred man suppressed his rage and said, "Mr. Cole, regardless of whether your plan works tomorrow, my pal and I are leaving."Although George was displeased, he didn't dare to argue with him. People like them shed blood every other day, and they were like hounds of hell. He nodded and said, "Fine."Zoey didn't say anythi
George just didn't trust Laurence, and he wouldn't agree to his terms so easily, no matter how tempting they sounded. The icy wind whipped across the cliff, stinging his eyes. He ordered his men to bring Zoey and Sarah out. Their hands were tied with rope, and each of them had a blade held to their neck. Their skin looked as white as a sheet under the bright sun. Their thin frames made them look as if the wind could blow them over. Zoey looked up and gazed at Laurence quietly. She didn't feel much joy seeing him. Standing a distance away, Laurence still looked calm, fearless, and prepared even though the game was not in his favor. What was he thinking about? Would he struggle to decide who to save first? The question of who to save shouldn't be difficult for him. Although Zoey could guess his answer, she still couldn't help but imagine the impossible.George smoked a few cigarettes on end. Nobody could tell if he was too nervous or too overwhelmed. He choked and forced back his coughs
George didn't have a damn idea how Sarah had gotten injured, but that was not important. He realized that humiliating Laurence was a very difficult thing to do. Laurence had been unmoved no matter how much he had threatened him before, as he was then. It didn't matter to him whether he was on his feet or his knees. The wound on Sarah's leg mattered more.George pulled Sarah to him and gripped her neck. He was holding a dagger in his other hand, and he held the blade against her throat where the artery was. One tiny movement could spill her blood all over the ground. He commanded the scarred man to hold Zoey and move to the edge of the cliff with him. Below the cliff lay the deep, dark sea. Waves crashed against the rocks in the sea breeze.George stared at Laurence and said, "Mr. Scott, it's time for you to decide."Laurence's expression was somber and his gaze was fathomless. The breeze brushed against his handsome face as a fierce expression came over it. Zoey's hair was messy from t
Zoey thought it was fine then. Of course, Sarah was more important than her. Zoey might not even be the second most important person to him. It was no surprise. Hadn't she already guessed his decision from the start? But why was she still so hurt? Zoey glanced at the edge of the cliff behind her. The sound of crashing waves was low and ominous. Laurence had chosen to rescue Sarah, so Zoey could only count on herself if she wanted to live. If she jumped off from here into the sea, she might still have a chance of surviving. Alas, she couldn't swim.George had expected Laurence to ponder his choice painfully, but he'd decided so quickly. George hadn't been able to enjoy his pain and misery. Laurence walked to the car expressionlessly and opened the door to the backseat. He dragged the man out and tilted his chin towards George. "George, my patience has its limits."For his son, George had to let Sarah go no matter what. As for the other woman, he must make sure that she died. He was bei
Laurence clenched his fist so hard that his fingers were going to break. His expression was stiff, but nobody could tell if it was because of the cold or something else. His men were probably so frightened by the look on his face that they forgot to respond.Shawn walked to the edge of the cliff and peered down expressionlessly. After a while, he looked up again and laughed softly. "Go on. Find her body," he said lightheartedly. The cliff was almost twenty meters high. How could she possibly escape death? When Laurence heard what he said, he looked up at him icily with a hint of violence in his gaze. Then he said matter-of-factly, "It's seawater at the bottom. She won't die." Shawn felt that Zoey wouldn't be that lucky. An unlucky and pitiful person like her would only get smashed against the rocks and lie in a pool of her own blood. He’d been late on purpose because he just couldn't bear to take her life himself. But it was too tormenting. Every time he saw her face, his head hurt as
No one could balance both ends of a scale. It was only human to be biased. Over the years, what Laurence heard most about himself was that he was cold-blooded and heartless, and he could be cruel to anyone. However, it wasn't true that he didn't have any human emotions. He just found it impossible to forget some things. Back then, Sarah had saved his life. She was the one who’d rescued him from the abandoned warehouse and taken care of him so tenderly when he was on the brink of death. He couldn't let Sarah die in front of him, nor did he want her to face any risks. There was nothing he could do for Zoey but apologize.He held her hand to his cheek and couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't warm her hand. It was still so cold after so long. Although she’d been given a tranquilizer, she still couldn't sleep soundly. She’d subconsciously curled herself into a ball.Zoey had a very long dream. In the dream, she was still a five-year-old child, the apple of her family's eye. Her grandpa