"What are you afraid of?" He asked. Zayn casually laughed at Melanie. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch her smooth, honey-colored face, but she slapped it away. He then simply licked his thick lips and laughed indifferently, "We have over a hundred men waiting to move in. We'll be able to beat him to death if we want to, oh, his woman as well." "Still. Better to be careful!" Melanie snorted and ignored his lascivious laughter. She looked towards the bulletproof car and the woman inside. She strode over menacingly. As long as she could capture Dorothy, that weak little b*tch, then she didn't have to worry about Credence. At that moment, loud shots of gunfire rang out. It was so loud it could shake the sky. Under the cover of night, the pungent smell of blood filled the air. A bullet flew past Melanie's ear, almost blowing her entire ear off. After feeling the intense pain, she touched her ear. When she felt the sticky oozing of blood
Melanie and Zayn were standing beside each other. Behind them, the remaining thirteen men they had, rushed out to confront Credence. Melanie and Credence exchanged looks. Her eyes were sharp, but she had a faint, sexy smile on her face. "Credence, you're alone, and there are fifteen of us, how much of a chance do you think you have?" Credence's face sank. He was still as quiet as ever, his face was blank, and he showed no signs of giving up. He stared back at Melanie. The light at the bottom of his eyes was like the endless night, unchanging. He said in a cold voice, "If I don't die, then all of you will." Credence's words were powerful and unyielding. He gripped his gun tighter. He only had three bullets left. It wasn't enough to deal with all of them. He needed to think of a way to take a gun from one of them. Credence's footsteps were so light that no one noticed him at all. At the same time, Zayn sneered, "F*ck, what arrogance. You d
Dorothy was seated in the driver's seat, as she stomped on the gas pedal. There was nothing else on her mind, nothing apart from the thought of killing Melanie and Zayn under the rolling wheels of this car to save Credence. In the boundless night, through the bright headlight of the car, she saw Credence shouting at her with a tired and anxious look. However, she could not hear him at all. Dorothy stared at him and took a deep look at him. Time passed slowly when they looked at each other. Suddenly, she bit her lower lip hard and sneered. She sped the car and rushed towards Melanie. She suddenly noticed that there were two large rocks that were as tall as a man on each side of Melanie. If the car rushed straight through like this, not only would it not hit her, Dorothy would be sent flying out of the car. Both she and the car would be finished... At that crucial moment, Dorothy spun the steering wheel hard and stepped on the brakes. The black car suddenly leaped
Credence's dark eyes turned cold. He raised his head and stared at Melanie, who was smiling wildly. His gaze was as sharp as a knife. "If you dare lay a finger on my wife, I'll hurt you a thousand times over." "Really?" Melanie suddenly burst into laughter. She slapped Dorothy in the face and spoke coldly once again, "Credence, I'm about to do something to her right now. Come on, stop me if you can!" Dorothy was caught off guard, as Melanie slapped her so hard, her entire head tilted to the side. She hated this woman a lot, but she couldn't do anything, nor did she have the courage to. She was afraid of provoking Melanie. This insane woman might harm her child. But that slap she endured really hurt a lot. It was so painful that Dorothy almost shed tears, she gritted her teeth and held on. She didn't make a sound. This was a very critical moment. Melanie, who was as vicious as a cobra, was right beside her, while Zayn and thirteen of his men were watching c
Dorothy stood quietly behind Credence. Her heart skipped a beat when she smelled the pungent smell of blood all over his body. She couldn't help but reach out and touch his straight back. As soon as her fingers touched his thin black shirt on his back, she felt a moist and sticky feeling. It made her heart skip a beat. She quickly pulled her hand back and carefully looked at it. The bulletproof car had probably run out of gasoline and the battery was dying. The headlights of the car weren't as bright as before, it was dim. Under the dim yellow lights, Dorothy could clearly see that her fingertips were dotted with red bloodstains. She felt a deep pain in her heart. He was injured, and there were quite a few wounds on him. His entire shirt was completely drenched in blood and sweat. But, he was wearing a black shirt, so he blended in with the dark night. No matter how much blood flowed out from his body, she couldn't see it very clearly. If she w
It seemed like there was no end to the hillside. Dorothy curled herself up as best as she could. She used both her hands and legs, as well as her head, to protect her belly with all her might as she continued to tumble down. The grass rustled as she rolled by, and from time to time, sharp corners of rocks would scrape on her face, chin, and her skin. She could feel tiny cuts all over her body. The small wounds didn't hurt that bad, but there were so many wounds of all sizes on her that she was in immense pain. She frowned and hiss as she endured the pain. Her vision was blurry as she rolled down. She could barely make out what was around her as she tumbled into the dark. Apart from the whistling wind, she could faintly hear Credence's hoarse shouting. He continued calling out to her. HIs toned sounded worried but also was comfortingly familiar to her. "Honey, look out! It's dangerous!" Dangerous? What danger? Where was it coming from?
Melanie leaned back against the railings that were made of stone and cement and shook her hands, which were grasping Dorothy's neck. She exerted some strength and held Dorothy on the edge of the railing. She turned to look at the blank-faced man and slowly smiled. "What do I want? What are my conditions? You should know them. They're very simple!" "I want you to kill this weak b*tch with your own hands. After that, I want you to announce to the whole world that you love me, and that you want to marry me, have children with me, and be together with me for the rest of your life!" "You should know me, Credence!" Melanie smiled, her smile was as sharp as a knife. "If you don't want to love me, if you don't want to talk about your feelings with me, then you can f*ck around with other women. I won't object to that. However, you shouldn't fall in love with any other woman! What's worse, you shouldn't fall for such a weak little b*tch. I am a cold-hearted person. If anyone stops me
"Credence!" "Credence..." Dorothy was so scared that her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She was hanging in mid-air, watching him fight with only one hand and one leg against Melanie. He was even using his right hand to prevent her from falling into the abyss below. He had to worry about her and Melanie at the same time. He couldn't focus on fighting with Melanie and was slashed by her several times. Under the weak moonlight, she could see his handsome face, as well as his shirt that was drenched with blood and dust. There were several times where he was forced to stagger backward by Melanie's blows until he almost rolled over from the other side of the concrete railing. But he clenched his teeth and shook his head to get rid of the blood drops and dust on his face. He nailed his legs to the ground as though they were rooted on the spot. His right arm was like an iron wall, as it firmly held on to Dorothy's slender body. "Credence, let go. You
Dorothy and the group didn't buy plane tickets. Instead, Credence used his insane wealth to charter a private jet for them to fly straight to Monticello. Ten hours later, Dorothy and the others arrived at a warm city in the south of Monticello from Talco City, where the north wind whistled past. When she got off the plane, Dorothy felt dizzy. Credence held her in his arms as he gently guided her forward. When she turned around, he saw Yezoo's kind smile, as well as Ysabelle's cold, fake smile. Dorothy suddenly felt uneasey. She lowered her head, pulled back her hair that was hanging from her ear, and asked Credence, "If we really expose her true intentions, do you... do you think that my father... wouldn't be able to accept it?" After getting along with each other for the past few weeks, Dorothy could tell that Yezoo really loved Ysabelle wholeheartedly. He didn't detest her for having worked in nightclubs before this. She concluded that Yezoo was very att
Dorothy looked at Ysabelle, who was standing by the door. She had a bad feeling. She felt that Ysabelle gave off a different vibe compared to Yezoo's kindness. This seemingly noble lady may be her biological mother, but she still felt that something was off about her for some reason. Credence noticed that Dorothy's expression had suddenly soured. He followed her gaze and saw Ysabelle standing with a group of ladies. He immediately pushed the wheelchair to the door and spoke politely but in a somewhat distant manner, "Ysabelle, how long have you been there?" "Not long! Credence, as you can see, Yezoo has hired these nannies for Dorothy. I'm here to see if you need anything else." Ysabelle smiled. The smile on her face was somewhat ambiguous. "I have already arranged for some other people to take care of my wife!" Credence frowned and continued, "However, I've yet to call them over for the time being because Dorothy is still weak." "Well, since you 've already arr
Dorothy recognized this woman who had a sexy body and a pleasant face. She had a good impression of Minnie. She heard Credence mention her a few times from time to time. It seemed like Jonathan was pursuing her. She didn't know how that was going. However, seeing as Jonathan liked to tease Minnie and call her names, she guessed he had little to no chance of winning her over at all. Dorothy slowly turned her head and looked outside the door. She said softly, "I'm fine. I don't need your help right now. My child was only three pounds heavy when he was born. I want to know how he's doing now, and my daughter as well. Her name is Belle. Yesterday, she had a bone marrow transplant operation. The doctor told me that the operation was successful, but I fainted after giving birth to my baby. I don't know how my daughter is doing." Minnie hadn't slept all night. Not only was she looking after Dorothy, she had a hunch that Dorothy would ask these questions right after she woke
Jonathan had a hunch about what was going on. He had been following Credence closely. He stared at Credence's every move with his burning eyes, waiting for the first sign of his weakening. The special drug from Monticello that had been injected into him would last for five hours at most. Credence's body was strong enough to hold on until now. He was able to last for the full five hours. At that moment, Jonathan saw Credence's hands slowly let go of the bed's railings. He was falling backward, Jonathan quickly ran towards him like a gust of wind. He frowned and supported Credence's back. "Credence, hold on, you need to hold on! You mustn't be a cause of concern right now. Dorothy has just given birth. She's so weak that a gust of wind is enough to make her collapse. If she still needs to worry about you, how long do you think she'll last?" The moment he made contact with Credence, Jonathan keenly examined his hands. Credence's muscles and bones seemed to be falling apa
"What's the matter? Why isn't the baby crying?" Dorothy's voice was hoarse, and she looked very worried. She remembered when Belle was born, she wasn't as quiet as this. Her cries were so loud it almost caused the delivery room to collapse. When they heard her loud cries, almost everyone assumed that Belle was a naughty little boy. Instead, she was an adorable and naughty girl. Perhaps she had suffered too much pain and torment when she divorced Credence, and all that despair had affected her in the womb. As a result, when Belle was born, her body was in a poor condition, and she often had to go to the hospital for medicine and infusions. Later, she was diagnosed with leukemia. Fortunately, in the end, Jeremy was kind enough to hand Rosalie, who had matching bone marrow to Belle's, over to them so that they could save her life. Dorothy was elated at the thought that Belle was going to recover. Since Belle's illness could be cured, this little b
Inside the delivery room, Dorothy was given an anesthetic. However, she didn't know whether it was because her nerves were too thick or if the anesthetic didn't have much of an effect on her body. She was still very conscious, and she could very clearly feel the pain. Her stomach felt heavy and was in extreme pain. She felt as though the injection was given to someone else and not her. After struggling for over an hour, she was in so much pain that she had almost turned mad, her mind was in a chaotic state. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper, and she was lying on the delivery bed with sweat all over her body. Her breathing was weak. Sometimes she could breathe properly, sometimes it was difficult. The smell of blood lingered in the air. The attending female doctor continued to cheer her on, "Mrs. Scott, the child hasn't come out yet. Hold on, hold on for a little while longer." Dorothy nodded. As soon as she responded, she suddenly felt her stomach b
When she saw a familiar man rushing inside, Dorothy, who was sweating profusely, and was in so much pain that her vision had gone blurry, thought that she was dreaming. Her pale lips trembled greatly, and her eyes were dull as she looked straight ahead. "Credence, why, why are you here? Your injuries..." Before she fainted, she clearly remembered hearing Jonathan shouting loudly at him, telling him that his body was on the verge of collapse. Where was his wheelchair? Why wasn't anyone helping him push his wheelchair in? He should have gone back to his wheelchair, but why was he suddenly standing in front of her again with such a straight and domineering posture? Dorothy's heart became anxious. She was worried about Credence's body, as well as the child in her womb. Her face turned extremely pale as if she had been thrown into an ice cellar. Her entire body was cold. She was wrapped in two thick quilts as she dealt with the immense pain and shivering cold. The te
Credence raised his hand and massaged his stiff neck. He held that posture for a long time as he stared at the white wall that was connected to the delivery room. His neck was as stiff as a board. It felt numb, sore, and was quite painful. But the pain was nothing to him. He could tolerate it. But on this day, the strain from the gruesome rehabilitation training had begun to spread from his arms to his thighs, torso, and gradually, his entire body. It felt like his muscles were being stabbed with a knife. It was so painful that he, a man who used to train in the special forces, almost couldn't bear it. It was especially painful now that he was standing firmly beside Dorothy as they waited for Belle's bone marrow transplant surgery to end. At 6:30 in the morning, he forced Jonathan to inject him with a stimulant. It was an extremely strong one that could revert his body back to a normal state for a short period of time. However, there were certain rules to
Germaine grabbed the frame of the door and slowly walked out of the toilet. Her face was pale and her body was covered in a cold sweat. She looked like she had just stepped out of a swimming pool. She was wet and sticky all over. During the past month, she had been so worried about Dorothy and Belle's health. She hadn't eaten or slept well for several days, which caused her to have stomach pain and constipation. Every time she went to the toilet, she would be constipated for over half an hour. She tried out all kinds of solutions such as holding her breath, which nearly cost her life. A while ago, while she was waiting outside Belle's operating room, she felt unbearable pain in her stomach and rushed to the bathroom. After over half an hour of torment, she was finally done. Just as she was about to pull up her trousers and leave, she heard someone walk in with high-heels. Then, the woman who walked in closed the door and made a phone call. As soon as the woman s