With a reach and a flourish, the dagger stabbed hard into Edward’s chest.
Poof–
The dagger penetrates the skin with a subtle sound.
“Edward, go to hell!”
She thrust her hands hard and stabbed deeply.
Naive, speed is no match for Edward’s reflexes, he grabbed her wrist with a swift movement and pulled the dagger out directly.
At once, warm blood splashed onto the little woman’s cheeks, and the air was filled with the rich smell of blood.
“Vivian!”
The man is unmistakably stuck in her neck, like a hawk in the dark, with innate night vision.
“Well … cough cough …”
Vivian gave a hard whimper and the dagger in his hand was snatched away from him and thrown to the ground with a bang.
“Are you tired of living, how dare you lay your hands on me?”
As early as when she touched something, the man has been aware of it, the reason why there is no reaction, is to see what the little woman really wants.
But who knew she would be so unaware of her life.
Vivian didn’t think she would actually fail, but since Edward was already awake, there was no need for her to be covering up.
“Well …”
His voice was almost shattered by his squeezing, but the little woman’s sharp gaze gazed straight at the man, and with a hoarse voice, she said, “Edward, if you have the guts, you can kill me …”
Each word was uttered with all the strength it took to say it.
Only at this moment was pinched sore throat, breathing near suffocation Vivian can feel the pain at this time.
As the words fell, Vivian closed her eyes in despair, “Mom, I’m coming to stay with you.”
The whimpered phrase, spoken not so clearly, but fell clearly in Edward’s ears.
The hand that was using all its strength gradually loosened a few points.
Feeling the neck gradually smooth, breath rushing into the chest, Vivian breathed heavily, whirled sarcastically: “Do not want to do it? Edward, I tell … cough … I tell you, as long as you a day don’t kill me, I’ll keep my life and kill you. Cough cough …”
It was really too hard for her, but no matter what, she would not give in to defeat in front of Edward.
Having had enough of living on the sidelines, Vivian has been greatly irritated by Kenya’s death and has repeatedly sought revenge on Edward.
“Want to kill me? It also depends on whether you have that ability. Vivian, just wait until you are trapped beside me for the rest of your life, I will let you taste what it means … life is worse than death!”
The last four words, he bit the sound extremely heavy.
As soon as he shook Vivian off, he got up and put on his shoes and left the suite.
In the darkness, Vivian’s vision is not too good, but feel the man’s amazing strength, seeking, worthy of Edward, a dagger to him are little harm.
She laughed to herself and heard the sound of the door slamming shut, sending a shiver of fear through her body.
Dumbfounded, he sat on the bed for a while before turning on the light.
That’s when she noticed that the white sheets were covered with crimson, blinding blood, a large patch.
Just now just smelled the air filled with the smell of blood, only thought Edward left a little blood, the heart can not help but some disappointment.
But now seeing a bloodstain, she surprisingly did not know whether to cry or to laugh.
…
The next day, Edward’s injury was widely known.
Even Adriana, who was at the company, saw the news and had some speculation in her mind.
The first thing she did was call Vivian.
This time, Vivian answered the phone and she asked, “Vivian, where did you go yesterday, I kept calling your phone and no one answered.”
“Ms. Hale, I’m sorry, I was handling a client’s case yesterday, went to the provinces, fell asleep in the hotel when I was tired, and my phone didn’t charge.”
Vivian pulled a random reason and was very calm.
“So, are you okay?”
“I’m already home, it’s fine, it’s fine.”
“Okay, you get some rest.”
“Hmm.”
Adriana thought Vivian was fine and hung up the phone.
And at this time, just returned home Vivian sitting in the living room, soulful, frozen on the sofa, do not know what to think.
I was finally woken up by a knock on the door outside.
“Here it comes.”
She got up, walked to the living room door and pulled it open.
There were several strangers standing outside the door that she didn’t even recognize.
Only the icy aura was somewhat appalling, leaving her at a loss and timidly asking, “Who … are you? Looking for who ah?”
A few bodyguards at the door were expressionless, “Miss Vivian, our old man wants to see you.”
“You … Sorry, I don’t know your old man.”
“Old Mr. Henderson.”
Vivian’s mind went blank, not expecting Old Mr. Henderson to find her so quickly.
It’s a blessing not a curse, it’s a curse that can’t be avoided.
“Good.”
Instead of running away, she chose to meet with Old Mr. Henderson.
There are things you can say to Edward that won’t work, but maybe talking to the Henderson Family’s old man will.
She simply packed up, carried her bag and went out.
Followed the bouncer to the car, went to the nearest cafe, went upstairs, and met Old Mr. Henderson in the private room.
It was not the first time Vivian had seen Old Mr. Henderson, but now that she had met him face to face, he sat there with an air of authority that frightened her.
Tiptoeing over to Old Mr. Henderson, he jowled slightly, “Hello, Old Mr. Henderson. I wonder … what you wanted to see me about today?”
She knew that Edward’s injury had been exposed on the Internet, and all kinds of media had made guesses, but no one had guessed the right answer.
Old Mr. Henderson, a suit, a sober face, to sit there is a high imperial image.
He picked up his cup, took a sip of the plain water, and scanned his cold eyes at Vivian, “Sit.”
“Hmm? … Oh, good.”
Vivian sat across from him, putting down her bag and placing her hands in her lap, her fingers clenched tightly together, indescribably nervous.
“My grandson was injured and now everyone in Waverly knows about it. I wonder if Vivian knows about this?”
Knowingly ask questions.
Vivian’s eyes flickered slightly, and did not answer right away.
There was a moment of silence, and what I wanted to say flew through my head before I said, “I know, I saw it on the news.”
“Vivian is usually quite close to my grandson, do you think …” Old Mr. Henderson deliberately paused, then, continued to ask: “Who could have hurt him? ”
“Me.”
This time, Vivian didn’t even think about it and gave an accurate answer directly.
When he got her reply, the old man seemed a bit surprised and looked at her with raised eyebrows, staring at her for several seconds before he smiled coldly, “Oh, is that so? I’m surprised, Vivian has no power, how can she hurt my grandson?”
“Old Mr. Henderson, since you know what your grandson is capable of, then you should ask him these questions, not me.”
She herself is an innocent victim who can’t even find someone to protect her if she wants to.
Now when it comes to things, someone comes to the door.
It is difficult to say that the children of the rich and powerful are children, and her life is a cheap life?