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
Zoey was well aware that no matter how many times Laurence had to make the choice, his decision would still be the same.He couldn’t even be bothered to lie or sugarcoat his words to make her feel better.Zoey tucked herself tighter in the blanket. The coldness around her was the only thing she could feel. Her frail hands gripped the corners of her blanket weakly, the wedding ring on her ring finger nowhere in sight. No one knew when it had fallen off.She was stunned for a brief moment when she caught sight of her bare finger, but she quickly snapped out of it.The ring could have been lost when she fell into the sea.It hadn’t been very fitting, to begin with. It was too loose for her slender fingers.Laurence noticed her staring at her hand silently. "What is it?""Nothing." Zoey shook her head.If it was lost, then so be it. It wasn’t important anymore.After all, it was just a random ring that Laurence's assistant had picked out.It carried no vows and didn’t symbolize anything, s
It had occurred to Zoey that Laurence might disagree.But she could not fathom why he would disagree. Laurence had hordes of people who fancied him and would marry him willingly. Even if it was a contractual marriage or a marriage in name only, she was sure that many would be happy to do so.No matter how she saw it, she was indispensable.She could only pin it on his ego—that even if there was a divorce, he must be the one to bring it up, or he would be offended. She’d half a mind to beg Laurence to let her go. But she was parched, and a bitter taste rose at the back of her throat.He might think that she didn’t know what was good for her, that since he’d offered her such handsome conditions, she should comply with all his requests and take everything that he threw at her in silence. But she really couldn’t take it anymore.So even though Laurence didn’t want to hear it, Zoey still said softly, "Mr. Scott, let’s have a divorce."That hadn’t been as arduous as Zoey thought it would be
It was a Saturday, so the telecommunications companies were closed.Zoey was lost in her own thoughts when Laurence came out of the bathroom in a set of fresh clothes. His hair was still slightly damp, and he’d put on a loose and comfy off-white sweater. He looked very homely and somehow exuded a rare gentleness. Zoey slowly turned to look at him, seemingly with something to say."I lost my phone," she said a while later."I’ll get someone to buy you a new one. You can use mine in the meantime."He had two phones, so he didn't hesitate to hand her his personal phone.Zoey stared at his outstretched hand for a long time before she finally accepted the phone and thanked him."Mr. Scott, I’ve given things thorough consideration," she said slowly, enunciating each word clearly. "Let’s get a divorce." She’d never been more serious.Putting an end to things would be the perfect way to end this imperfect marriage.She didn’t want to wait until it left a bad taste in both their mouths to end