Sullivan he murmured, standing in front of him with a puzzled expression.
Victor noticed the stretcher drped in a white cloth behind Lukas out of the corner of his eye. He had a faint recollection of something and then felt his heart shatter, making it impossible for him to breathe.
He snatched Lukas arm, eager to get a reply.
Where is she, Lukas?
Mr. Sullivan Miss Bennet Lukas said, his eyes red, not being able to say it.
Victor, you scoundrel!
Someone raced over before Lukas could complete his sentence. Roger clenched his teeth and punched Victor in the face, his eyes crimson.
Victor was too weak to dodge the punch after being under the water for so long and barely getting any rest.
The corner of his mouth broke, and blood oozed out.
Roger punched him again before he could stand firm, giving him little chance to fight back.
Roger, get out of my way! Victor said as he focused himself and blocked his fist.
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I dont have time for this!
You dont have time? Roger growled, his teeth clenched.
Youre the president of Sullivan Group; you dont have time for this. After all, you need to figure out how to convince your shareholders that
Rachels death has nothing to do with you in order to save yourself and your company.
ihat did you just say? Say it once again!
Roger, gasping for air, noticed Victors surprise and scoffed, What?
Mr. Sullivan, are you unable to comprehend what I am saying?
Its impossible! She didnt pass away!
Impossible? Do you want to claim that shes still alive and that shes deceiving you? Rogers eyes welled up with tears. Pointing to the stretcher not far away, he yelled, Victor! Open your eyes and take a look! Her eyes are closed as she lies there. She is out of breath! How could she possibly deceive you? Do you believe shes pulling a fast one on you with her life? You idiot!
fck off! Victor shook Rogers hand and turned his attention to the stretcher. The stretchers white cloth glistened brilliantly.
A hand drooped feebly beneath the white cloth; it was white and slender. Clearly, it belonged to a lady.
Victors heart didnt seem to be beating anymore. He wanted to say something as his Adams apple bounced up and down, but he couldnt.
He desired to approach the white fabric and lift it. He wanted to counter Rogers assertions, but his feet appeared to be severely shackled, and he couldnt move.
He was terrified. He was scared that he would discover that Roger was correct if he went over. He seemed to have lost all courage.