Intense pain spread from Luke's head to every nerve ending in his body. The bright red blood was a shocking sight. Luke's eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief that he would be shot. The coldness that was spreading through his limbs also told him that the fall season in Moscow was a lot colder than A City. Luke did not know which of his enemies would assassinate him in a foreign country. As the owner of a multinational conglomerate, he was not a merciful person and had driven many to bankruptcy. He had experienced his fair share of threats, but those were only child's play. His head was so painful that it felt like it was going to explode. He was beginning to see hallucinations. Sean and Mallory One's panicked screams and angry howls were fading in his ears. The last image he saw was Bianca's fair and beautiful face. … On the top of a hill. Wayne, wearing black shades, was dressed in a black combat suit that accentuated his burly figure. His fierce and terrifying
Queenie could see how anxious Bianca was. She glared at Leia accusingly, then handed her phone to Bianca. "You can use my phone for now, Bea." "Thank you, Aunt Queenie." Bianca took the phone and dialed Luke's number. Luke's phone was turned off. Bianca was incredibly anxious. Her breathing was shallow and labored. She did not give up and kept on dialing Luke's number. However, the result disappointed her. She tried dialing Sean's number but could not get through either. That made Bianca even more anxious. Following that, she dialed Jason's number. Jason picked up after a few seconds. "Yes, Ms. Rayne?" Bianca spoke frantically, "Mr. Doyle, do you have any other way of contacting Luke? I can't reach him on his phone, and I don't know what's going on." "Don't worry, Ms. Rayne. I'll contact the staff in the Russian branch, and I'll give you a reply soon," Jason comforted her. "Mm, please hurry! I broke my phone, and you can call me back on this number." "Yes, Madam."
Bianca was knitting a sweater in the mansion. She had to keep busy to distract herself from worrying. After waiting on tenterhooks for two days, she did not receive good news about Luke. Instead, Jason came to visit her at the house. Behind him was an overly handsome man. The two men dragged themselves into the living room with solemn expressions on their faces. Bianca's already haggard eyes from not sleeping well became bloodshot when she saw Jason. She put the knitting needles down and rushed up to Jason. She looked behind the men but did not see Luke. Bianca grabbed Jason's elbow and asked him, "Where's Luke, Mr. Doyle? Why isn't Luke with you?" Jason's eyes were moist. He turned away and averted Bianca's gaze. Behind him, Gordan fell on his knees with a plop. "What are you doing?" Bianca was surprised by that man's sudden actions. Gordan explained to Bianca, "I'm Gordan Norton, Sis. Luke ordered me to change my face not long ago." "So it's you," Bianca said.
Seeing that Bianca was awake, Allison choked her neck with both of her hands and shook her. Her venomous gaze was like a knife that threatened to stab her. Bianca was already weak. She instantly became dizzy after being shaken about. Before she could see clearly what was in front of her eyes, she fell into unconsciousness once more. She felt very tired. She wished that she could close her eyes forever. In her dreams, she saw Luke once more. The man's back was tall and straight like a pine tree. Her heart thumped faster at that sight. She ran toward Luke and called out his name. Luke turned around. The man's tightly pressed lips smiled gently at the moment he saw her. Tears welled up in Bianca's eyes. She dared not touch him, lest he disappeared like a reflection in the water. Luke's gaze was loving and indulgent. He slowly walked toward her, held her hands, and kissed them gently with his lips. "Can't you take care of yourself when I'm gone, silly girl?" Bianca'
Queenie's gentle expression darkened when she heard Bianca mention Allison. She was angry that Allison had come to the hospital to raise a commotion earlier. She looked at Bianca and said gently, "She was indeed here earlier, but Old Master Crawford chased her away. Bea, I understand that Allison is in a bad mood because she has lost her son, but that doesn't excuse her from acting toward you that way. She wants to get physical on you even though you're pregnant, not to mention that the baby in your womb is her grandchild! I think you shouldn't stay with the Crawfords. How about staying over with me for a while?" Allison had blamed Bianca for what happened to Luke. However, no one had expected that to happen. There was no reason for her to blame Bianca. Moreover, it was already hard enough for Bianca, a heavily pregnant woman, to lose her husband. Did Allison not think of the consequences of getting physical with her? What if Allison's rash actions cost two lives? Queenie u
Bianca had never expected that the almighty Luke Crawford would leave the mortal world so abruptly. She could not accept that fact. "Please sign here, Mrs. Crawford." Mr. Todd handed Bianca a pen, seeing that she had no response. Bianca took the pen woodenly and stared blankly at the document. Her face displayed pain, agony, and then anger. She was angry that the man might have known that he was going to be in mortal danger, and that was why he had enacted a will before he left. She knew that Luke was loyal to his friends, but could he have spared a thought for her and the children? Was that how he was going to make it up to them? No! He should have returned safely and let Bianca complain to him, not leave her alone to process the shocking news! Bianca threw the pen away angrily and yelled hysterically, "Get lost! Go away! How dare he leave the children and me behind? How could he? I don't need any so-called compensation from him! Not a single cent!" The atmosphere in
Jack Norman tried to make himself seem as approachable as possible, but he could not totally shed his air as an influential politician. Bianca was intimidated for a short while, perhaps because of Jack's stern expression. She subconsciously huddled closer toward Queenie. Queenie thought that Jack had frightened Bianca, so she frowned at him. Then, she held Bianca's hand and brought her to the seat next to hers. "You can sit here, Bea. Don't be a stranger here. You can treat it as your own house." Old Mr. Norman was dressed in formal wear. He seemed to be in good spirits. He smiled at Bianca while pointing at the seat next to his. "Queenie, let Bea sit beside me. I love to talk to young people," he said to Queenie. Ever since Old Mr. Norman found out that Bianca was his granddaughter, he had hoped to see her someday. Queenie and Bianca had not done their DNA test yet, but he could tell that Queenie and Bianca were mother and daughter. No one would doubt that. Now that
Cold sweat beaded on the unconscious man's forehead. His sharp eyebrows were furrowed uncomfortably. It was not a peaceful sleep. "Bianca, Bianca…" He kept mumbling. Kassy lay down next to him and gently touched the man's boiling forehead. She turned around and spoke unhappily to the doctor, "В Какое Время Он Может Проснуться? что он говорит самопроизвольно? (When can he wake up? What is he mumbling to himself?)" She did not understand what he was saying, but the fact that he was repeating the same word disconcerted her. The doctor examined the man carefully and slowly spoke to Kassy in Russian, "Miss, it's been a week since the man's surgery, and he should have been awake by now. Perhaps the severity of the bullet wound might delay his recovery by a few days. I have to say that the man is really lucky. The odds of survival are less than 0.1%." Kassy leaned over and kissed the man's forehead. There was a mysterious glint in her sinister gaze. "I have my eyes on him, and tha