As she said, we are all old acquaintances, so there is no need to ask many questions, such as why she took Emma Rosy, whether she wants money, and how she will let people go … What her purpose is, we all know it by heart.
“Let Emma go, I’ll go with you.” Alex Brown was all calm.
To be honest, the smooth contact with Paul Johnson and the effortless capture of Emma Rosy, these two things are completely outside of Marisa Miller’s original plan, and today’s meeting with Alex Brown, she did have the idea of switching.
But just as she could adjust her plans at will, Alex Brown’ determination to save the lives of others made her suddenly change her mind.
“What to do Alex, I obviously want to punish Emma Rosy and make her feel the ultimate pain, but seeing your worried, panicked, heartbroken and angry face now, I actually feel very happy.”
Marisa Darcyleaned in close to Alex Brown and inhaled hard, smelling his scent with a satisfaction she had never felt before.
Alex Brown clenched his fists, trying to suppress his anger: “What do you mean?
“I’m not changing.” Marisa Darcyraised her eyebrows to look at him, the corners of her mouth raised high, her bloody red lips inexplicably palpitating against the night.
The exchange of Emma Rosy for Alex Brown did seem like a good deal on the surface, but what happened after that? Would she be happy with Alex Brown, who doesn’t give a damn about her, listening to him talk about his love for Emma Rosy and seeing with her own eyes how much he’s given up for Emma Rosy?
Of course not!
In fact, she had already figured out that after all that she had gone through, her love for Alex Brown had become degenerate, even perverted. Love is supposed to be mutual and she has fought hard for it, but now she just wants to hold Alex Brown in the palm of her hand and let him follow her every move and fear, and keep her in her heart all the time.
Oh, wouldn’t it be better to use Emma Rosy to hold Alex Brown and control them like a god?
“Don’t look at me like that.” Seeing that Alex Brown was staring at her without blinking, she sneered, “I love you, you love Emma Rosy, it’s not me who started all this, it’s just love.”
Alex Brown’ disdain is strong: “You’re not worthy of love, Marisa Miller. If you had any conscience, you wouldn’t have abandoned your family for the sake of your self-righteous love.”
How dare you talk about the Miller Family?
Marisa Darcywas furious: “If it weren’t for you and Emma Rosy, would my family have been destroyed? It’s too late now!”
“Can’t you see who destroyed the Miller Family?” Alex Brown laughed, not sure if she really didn’t understand or was just being evasive: “You deserve it.”
Marisa Darcyis not convinced: “I’ve gone too far, but I’ve been forced to do so by you! If you had loved me, if Emma Rosy hadn’t taken you away, then everything would have been different. These five years of right and wrong would not have happened at all!”
“But who are you to ask everyone to live the way you want them to?” Alex Brown questioned in a hushed voice.
“I … I don’t care! It’s your fault, all of you …”
Marisa Darcysuddenly broke down and yelled, lunging at Alex Brown, and in a flash of lightning, dozens of flashlights lit up from behind at the same time.
Ivy Smith and Eric Chan rushed over first, Marisa Darcysaw the situation and backed up, panicked to check the surrounding situation.
“How dare you bring people here? Seemingly realizing that she could not escape, she began to hiss frantically.
Ivy Smith raised his hand, and he shone the light pillar straight at her face: “Alex didn’t inform us, it’s just that we care about him, that’s why we always keep an eye on him and protect him, not find ways to hurt him like you did.”
Alex Brown refuses to cooperate with the treatment after vomiting blood, and stubbornly stays at home to investigate Emma Rosy’s whereabouts.
When Alex Brown answers the phone and leaves, Ivy Smith is awakened by the alarm and opens the door to see the scene.
She didn’t dare to call the police because Emma Rosy was still in Marisa Miller’s hands. She was afraid that if she spooked the police and harmed Emma Rosy, she would be hated by Alex Brown for the rest of her life.
Unfortunately, Marisa Darcyis now desperate and has no time to pay attention to her superiority complex. Just when Eric Chan led a group of bodyguards to come forward and prepare to take down Marisa Miller, a person suddenly came out of the shady forest to the side.
The speed is too fast, the crowd did not have time to react, only to hear a “bang”, in front of the sudden outbreak of blinding white light, all closed their eyes and turned their heads, subconsciously raise their hands to block.
After the light gradually dissipated, the cold wind gusts on the hillside only a dead silence, just standing a few steps away from Marisa Miller, has long been rescued.
“Mr. Brown, it’s a miniature shock bomb.” The foremost bodyguard sent over the thing that emits white light, lending a flashlight light to observe carefully: “It should be modified, only glowing.”
“Did you see who saved her?”
After a heated argument with Marisa Darcyearlier, Alex Brown was already physically exhausted, and if not for the timely arrival of his men, perhaps Marisa Darcycould have simply dragged him away. When the blast went off, Ivy Smith was focused on protecting him, and naturally did not pay attention to the rescuer.
Instead, Eric Chan, who rushed ahead, said after a moment of recollection, “I only saw the side of the man’s face, it seemed to be Paul Johnson.”
No need to suspect!
Emma Rosy agreed to cooperate with Paul Johnson some time ago and tried to persuade him, now Emma Rosy was easily kidnapped by Marisa Miller, there must be Paul Johnson secretly.
After he figured out the connection, Alex Brown was angry and regretful, it was all Emma Rosy’s fault for refusing his words and trusting a desperate man.
“It must be Paul Johnson … only him …,” Alex Brown muttered.
After confirming that Marisa Miller’s accomplice was Paul Johnson, Ivy Smith looked in the direction where They men had fled, and couldn’t help but feel a sigh of relief. The last time they met in the narrow alley, Paul Johnson was able to let her go because of past love, which means he still has a conscience, why did he do this again in the blink of an eye.
She suddenly heard Eric Chan cry out in alarm.
She turned her head in a panic and Alex Brown stumbled to the ground beside her …
Emma Rosy, who is still locked up in the warehouse, is in an even worse state than he is.
Earlier she was forced two fever-reducing pills, vague signs of improvement in the afternoon, but who knows the temperature dropped during the night, the disease again rampant. Now she lay on the cold concrete floor, trapped in a cold, hopeless nightmare, screaming the names of Alex Brown and her daughters.
Marisa Darcyreturned to the warehouse and was relieved to see this scene.
“It’s better to die of illness, let Alex Brown miss you forever!” She cursed viciously and calmed down, suddenly remembering Ivy Smith’s words.
— We care about him, that’s why we always care and protect him, not try to hurt like you do.
Marisa Darcygrunted, thinking that she and Emma Rosy had been fighting for years, but no one had gotten the better of her, and instead that little bitch Ivy Smith had gotten the better of her.
Paul Johnson made a few rounds to make sure no one was following him before limping back to the warehouse. He had just run too fast, and with the recent rainy season, his injuries were starting to sting again, and he had to clench his teeth with each step.
Closing the door, he turned back to see Marisa Darcyholding up her phone to photograph Emma Rosy on the ground, kicking her and forcing her to let out a vague moan of pain. And then with a satisfied nod, she continues to fiddle with her phone.
Paul Johnson approaches, just in time to catch a glimpse of the words “Sent successfully.
“Who did you send the video to, Alex Brown?”
Marisa Darcylooked like she was taking it for granted: “Or what?”
Paul Johnson couldn’t help but frown: “Kidnapped one, threatened the other, time to stop. What’s the point of you doing this?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Marisa Darcyglanced at him with contempt: “Making them suffer is all I have to live for.”
After two years, Paul Johnson admitted that he really did not understand Marisa Miller, not to mention her ruthlessness, her way of behavior has become completely out of the ordinary, completely pathological. Is he helping her or hurting her if he lets her do what she wants?
Seeming to see Paul Johnson’s concerns, Marisa Darcyraised her eyebrows and realized that the man in front of her was no longer the killer who had obeyed her two years ago, and that his love and past feelings alone were not enough to keep him.
What is the way to make a man who loves you deeply be loyal?
“Mr. Johnson, don’t show that look, okay, I’m scared …”
Marisa Darcytook a few steps forward and raised her hand on Paul Johnson’s shoulder, her fingertips slowly sliding down the curve of the muscle.
She stroked to the chest, her wrist was abruptly clutched, and then shrugged off.
Paul Johnson turned his face away, his flickering gaze revealing a bit of imperceptible disgust.
“With a mind like that, it’s better to think about how this Miller Family thing is going to work out.” He reminded in a hushed voice.
Marisa Darcyretracted her hand, still looking indifferent: “The Miller Family is gone, I’m a fugitive now, I can’t protect myself, I don’t have time to worry about that mess!
And then picking up her bag, she waved her hand and said, “Okay, I have to go somewhere, watch this bitch, don’t do things that will make me unhappy.”
The sudden appearance of a damn woman in the bedroom in the wee hours of the morning had been an abomination to Cameron Hunter, but he had gotten used to it more often than not.
“Say, what’s up again?” He asked, getting right to the point.
“Why is Mr. Hunter still not welcoming me?” Marisa Darcypropped her hands on the edge of the bed and came up to him with a smile, “I’m going to be sad when you always do this.”
“Get out of here!”
Cameron Hunter waved his hand violently, his face full of disgust as if he had stomped into a garbage can, annoyed but helpless.
Marisa Darcydodged deftly and snickered, “Don’t you think I’m interested in you?”
Leaning against the nightstand with her arms around her chest, she pressed the lamp, turned it off, turned it on, and repeated the process several times, with Cameron Hunter’s irritation coming out, before Marisa Darcystopped and asked in a cold voice, “Where were you on the morning of the 14th of this month and who did you meet with?”
Cameron Hunter was silent for a moment, but shook his head: “I don’t remember, why do you ask?”
Marisa Darcycurled her lips, not answering him, and said to herself, “You were with Alex Brown that day, talking about how to deal with me, right?”
Cameron Hunter’s heart shuddered, wondering how Marisa Darcyknew about it and wondering why she was just now mentioning it to herself. Marisa Darcydid not have a penchant for answering people’s questions and reminded them in a grim tone, “Whatever cooperation you have reached, it can end now. To tell you the truth, Alex Brown is in my hands, and even if you didn’t care about Olivia Bush’s safety, he wouldn’t dare assist you anymore.”
Cameron Hunter was still in shock when Marisa Miller’s bellowing voice rang out in his ears, and he subconsciously turned his head to find those cunning and devious eyes staring at him.
“Better be honest and stop doing things that challenge my patience!” Marisa Darcycame closer again, but the playfulness had faded from her expression, as if she were a viper crawling towards him: “Unless, of course, you want Olivia Bush to die!”
Cameron Hunter’s scalp tingled and he shuddered, his fists pressed hard against the bed, but for the sake of his fiancée, he had to endure.
On the fourth day of Emma Rosy’s disappearance, the Wright family’s investigation finally made progress.
Joe Wright rushed to the hospital with a frosty face, dismissed the nurse in the room who was giving Alex Brown an infusion, and quickly stepped forward to pick him up by his collar.
“Who did you see on the outskirts of town the night before last? Was it Marisa Miller?”
That night, Alex Brown collapsed on the hillside and an ambulance arrived.
Although Eric Chan had tried to suppress the news and forbade anyone to disclose it to the outside world, there was no wall under the sky that was impervious.
Although he subconsciously felt that Alex Brown would not harm Emma Rosy, people change, and he could not gamble with Emma Rosy’s life.
With his collar raised and his entire body leaning against the bed in an unnatural position, Alex Brown coughed violently, and despite his best efforts to hold back, his tongue tasted a fishy sweetness.
“Let go, let go!”
His brow furrowed and his face lost its color in an instant. Joe Wright, though he didn’t understand the situation, could see that he was very sick, so he let go of his hand warily and asked if he needed a doctor.
Alex Brown shook his head, quickly pull open the drawer to take out the bottle of medicine, pour out two capsules directly into the mouth, calming down for a moment, only to breathlessly pick up a glass of water, it seems to have recovered.
“Are you sick again? Or did you not recover originally?” He asked, knowing that it was unnecessary, but he asked more.
“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wright,” Alex Brown took a deep breath and curled his lips weakly before redirecting the conversation: “Miss Richard is your sister, and I understand that her disappearance has disturbed you, but I also learned about it the day before yesterday.. I just learned about it the day before yesterday. That night, I suddenly received a phone call …”
Alex Brown told Joe Wright the truth about the night, but lied about his memory.
“You really have no recollection of either Marisa Darcyor Paul Johnson, at all?” Joe Wright was still skeptical.
“I don’t have to lie to you.” Alex Brown was all frankness.
“The feud between Emma and them, and the several cases of a nasty nature that had involved you, you don’t remember either?”
“Frankly, I’m curious about what happened in the past to make each of you stare at me, but unfortunately …” he half opened his arms and lowered his eyes to survey himself: “I’m in this state, the most important thing is to heal at ease. ”
Joe Wright originally did not believe that Alex Brown would lose his memory, and is not a drama, how can forget everything for no reason. But the reaction of Alex Brown at this moment, but he had to believe.
After all, Alex Brown and Emma Rosy had that kind of amazing love, if not for the memory loss, after hearing the news of Emma Rosy’s kidnapping, he could not have been so calm.
“In that case, then you continue to recuperate, and leave the rest to us.” Joe Wright rubbed his nose, apologized for his impulsive action, and before he left the door, he said in a low voice, “Thank you for your willingness to rush to Emma’s rescue that night.”
When the memory loss was recognized, he became the one being appreciated instead.
Alex Brown hangs his head, but his heart is not the least bit relieved; Marisa Miller’s approach is clearly more extreme than before, Joe Wright is impulsive and irritable, and Master Wright is too old to really fight that heartless woman.
Before considering the result, the sound of high heels suddenly sounded at the door of the ward, he instantly tensed up his body, quickly raised his eyes to look, and then let out a deep breath.
“Ms. Taylor?”
To his confused gaze, Eva Taylor spread her hands and said, “Don’t be too surprised, it’s true that we don’t know each other well, but in order to ensure that Emma and my brother’s relationship is not disturbed, I still want to talk to you.”
Alex Brown was not interested in listening to nonsense, and casually responded, “Go ahead.”
Eva Taylor turned her head and looked out the door, “My brother will work with Joe to find a solution to Emma’s disappearance, so you don’t have to worry about it or interfere without permission.”
Outside the hospital, Joe Wright and Eva Taylor stood opposite each other, their faces not looking good.
“Why are you following me?”
“Why haven’t you … you left yet?”
“I should pretend not to notice your stalking, and then play dumb and leave?”
“I’m still not concerned about you?”
“So-called concern is to follow me as a prisoner, or go to my company to demonstrate and warn the secretary and female staff not to approach me?”