In a moment of extreme danger, Elsa suddenly shouted loudly, “Stop!”
A gust of wind blew across her face, and just as the fist was about to hit her, it stopped abruptly in front of her eyes.
Omari looked at her expressionlessly, the anger in his eyes slowly disappearing, and finally becoming empty and lifeless.
Elsa breathed a sigh of relief.
“I didn’t expect this poison to be so miraculous, making people so obedient.”
If only she had known about this earlier.
“Do you remember your name?”
Omari mechanically replied, “Number 07.”
Hmm?
It seemed that he was truly deeply poisoned, even forgetting his own name.
Elsa furrowed her brows and continued, “Do you remember who I am?”
“Master, mistress.”
This answer satisfied Elsa greatly, she continued to speak, “Very well, you must remember my command. Do you see that woman over there?”
“From now on, she is your enemy!”
Upon hearing this answer, Cheyenne couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss.
“Omari, look at me carefully. Do you really not recognize me?”
“Aren’t we best friends? Have you forgotten?”
Best friends?
When Omari heard this, his heart ached as if he had lost something very important.
There was a name on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t remember what her name was.
But when he saw her, his gaze was a bit warmer than before.
“Omari, you shouldn’t be like this.”
“You are Master Omari of the Lara family, the chairman of the Lara Group, the famous lawyer Omari, absolutely not a puppet to be played with!”
Upon hearing this, Omari’s eyes turned red with emotion.
However, before he could respond, Elsa interrupted.
“Omari, follow my command, kill her!”
With this command, Omari’s eyes turned cold again.
With killing intent rising, he suddenly rushed towards Cheyenne and grabbed her by the neck.
Seeing this fierceness, Kelvin couldn’t help but feel anxious and took a few steps forward uncontrollably.
“Omari, you are not allowed to harm her!”
Meanwhile, Elsa was secretly delighted, thinking that if Omari killed his beloved Cheyenne, the irony of it all would be so poetic.
Looking at Cheyenne, she stood still and let Omari grab her, her back rudely against the wall, causing her pain.
Her exquisite face wrinkled into a frown, but she only let out a muffled groan without saying a word.
Omari lowered his head and slowly approached her, his sharp nails pressing against her artery.
With a light scratch, he could instantly take her life by cutting her blood vessel.
But there was a voice in his heart telling him:
Don’t kill her!
She is important to you, you just can’t remember her temporarily.
Another voice was telling him –
Kill her!
This is an order.
His nails were leaving marks on her skin, and soon a blood-red slit appeared.
Blood beads oozed out, the size of soybeans, making her pale neck look particularly heartbreaking.
But Cheyenne seemed to have no pain sensation, staring at him straight in the eye and saying, “If you want to kill me, I will not resist, because I owe you.”
“For all these years, you have been there for me, and as a friend, I have never done anything for you.”
“Now it’s my turn, I have no regrets.”
In Omari’s diminishing will, only by constantly fighting and struggling, killing to clear a way out with blood can one obtain the right to survive.
However, now, Cheyenne offered her life without any resistance, which was beyond his consciousness. Omari was temporarily unable to react to how he should handle the situation.
“Alright, I’ll give you three seconds. If you don’t kill me, then I won’t show mercy.”
Omari’s eyes rolled, his lips twitched, and he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words.
“One.”
“Two.”
…
Elsa on the side was getting anxious and almost couldn’t resist stepping in herself.
“I command you to kill her quickly, I am your master.”
As the words fell, Omari was indeed influenced by the parasite once again and clenched his fist.
At the same time, Cheyenne’s final moment arrived.
“Three.”
This time, before Omari could make a move, Cheyenne unexpectedly slapped him.
“Are you awake now?”
Taken aback by the slap, Omari stared at her angrily.
“What? Still not awake? Then here comes another slap!”
Cheyenne struck again.
This time, Omari instinctively turned his head to the side.
This action gave Cheyenne the opportunity to use the silver needle hidden in her hand to stab him in the back of his neck.
For Omari, who had no senses of pain, he didn’t feel anything at all.
Because he had focused all his attention on Cheyenne’s hand, fearing that she would give him another slap.
The imagined pain did not come, which made Omari once again fall into self-doubt.
This also proved that he was beginning to have self-awareness.
Taking this opportunity, Cheyenne stabbed the silver needle into his head for the second time.
After these two stabs, Omari’s consciousness became much clearer, and the familiar figure in front of him made his heart ache.
His lips trembled slightly as he slowly uttered one word.
“Cheyenne.”
He had repeated this name a thousand times in his heart. Now that he said it out loud, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Although they hadn’t seen each other for only a few months, Omari felt like it had been a lifetime.
Especially when he saw the wound on Cheyenne’s neck, he realized he had caused it and felt guilty beyond measure.
He looked down at the blood on his fingernails in disbelief, wishing he could chop off his own hand.
“I… I hurt Cheyenne, I deserve to die.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Cheyenne… why did I do that, I deserve to die.”
He couldn’t help but apologize in a low voice, then forcefully slammed his hand against the cage.
Thump…
In an instant, Cheyenne heard a clear sound of bones shifting.
Fresh red blood kept gushing from his hand, flowing onto the ground in waves and forming a pool of blood.
Cheyenne quickly stopped him, her voice choked with emotion, “Don’t do this, you didn’t hurt me. Omari, you’re finally awake.”
She was truly worried about what would happen if her actions just now couldn’t save him.
The memories of this period rushed to Omari’s mind.
He couldn’t accept that the self who studied law had done so many inhumane things.
And he couldn’t forgive himself for almost killing Cheyenne just now.