All Chapters of A Second Chance: The Billionaire's Quest for Forgiveness : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The person seemed to be looking for someone, the sneakers moving left and right, until finally, they walked straight towards Prisley's car.Prisley covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her scream, holding the pen knife in the other, ready to defend herself."Prisley - where are you - " a pleasant voice called out.Prisley froze, not believing her ears.When he called out again, she allowed herself to cry but was still too tense to speak.The person in sneakers seemed to hear the sobbing."Prisley, is that you? Don't be scared, I'm coming."When Mark saw Prisley, his heart broke into a thousand pieces.She was curled up by the car, covered in blood, a shocking sight.She looked like a frightened bird, shivering. She clutched the pen knife tightly, her eyes wide with fear and helplessness.Mark approached her slowly, squatting down a few steps in front of her, looking into her eyes."Prisley, it's me, Mark. You're safe now. No one can hurt you anymore."Prisley's hand remained rigi

"Heather, I'm sorry." Steve's eyes were filled with deep regret."Tell me, where is she?!""She's missing." Steve's voice was hoarse.Heather, seething with anger, grabbed Steve by the collar and punched him hard in the face."I don't want to hear that! Bring her back to me!"Steve tasted blood in his mouth. He wiped it away with his hand and didn't retaliate.He had been half-asleep when Heather's call woke him up. Hearing that Heather couldn't find Prisley jolted him awake, sobering him up quickly.While Heather was flying in, Steve sent people to gather all the details. When he heard what they found out, he almost went mad.Of course, Prisley's phone was unreachable.Steve had rehearsed countless times in his head, still unsure how to tell Heather without making him angrier.Heather had sent him to protect Prisley. He had failed.Steve said with a heavy heart, "The police said there was a murder this evening. A man was killed and dumped by the roadside.""Prisley reported it," he a

Heather returned home that evening, physically and mentally exhausted. He felt drained, as if half his blood had been sucked out. The fatigue, the lack of strength, were feelings he had never experienced in all his years.He slowly pulled off his tie and tossed it aside, unbuttoning his shirt.At least he no longer felt the extreme panic. At least he knew Prisley was still alive, under Mark's protection.Judging from Mark's expression and tone, Prisley's situation seemed fine, maybe even unharmed. Otherwise, Mark would have surely beaten him, not stopping until he was broken.Thinking this, Heather found some comfort. Either way, he could still have her.Sometime in the future, when Prisley's anger subsided, she would return to him. He would give her all his love, give her everything in the world!Heather collapsed on the sofa, closed his eyes, and replayed everything in his mind."Heather, you're back?" Filla appeared in a silk negligee, perfectly showcasing her figure with its high

"The police need you to make a statement," Mark said.Prisley's eyes flickered with intense emotion, pain filling them instantly. The dreadful memories flooded back in a matter of seconds.Mark cursed himself silently for bringing it up again.After a while, Prisley lifted her head from her heavy breathing."It's okay, I can do it.""No, you don't have to force yourself if you're not comfortable."Prisley forced a smile. "I'm the one involved. I'm the only one who knows what happened that day. I won't let them off! Every one of them will be caught, no one escapes!"She clenched her fingers, tightly grasping her skirt hem..Mark felt a tightness in his chest, a hint of tears welling up in his eyes. He hadn't cried since his teenage years. As an rich dandy, he spends his days jesting and grinning, never troubled by anything, nor moved by anything.But now, this resilient girl before him was breaking through his defenses. Emotions he hadn't felt in years stirred within him.Because of Ma

Heather jerked his head up, his gaze cold and fierce.Peter's forehead started to sweat as he carefully considered how to report the bad news to his boss."We haven't seen Prisley today, and Mark Grant is missing too. No idea where they went or when they left."He watched Heather nervously, his muscles tensed, ready to dodge anything that might be thrown his way.To his surprise, Heather was quiet.He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes slightly, looking a bit tired. His breathing was heavy.After a long pause, he finally said, "Got it. You can go."His tone wasn’t harsh; it was strangely calm.Peter left the office, closing the door behind him. He lingered outside for a moment, listening for the sound of anything being thrown, but heard nothing.Finally, he felt relieved and walked away with a lighter step.The sound of the door closing brought Heather back to reality. He realized that Peter had left, and he no longer needed to hide his emotions.He walked over to the sofa and