A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1211-1220

Peter couldn’t help but worry. “Will Cathy…”

“She wouldn’t dare.”

Mark’s actions had nearly pushed Cathy to the breaking point. As long as she wasn’t utterly reckless, she wouldn’t dare utter a word.

Peter nodded, waiting in quiet vigilance.

At nine o’clock in the evening, the phone rang again. It was the same voice. “Mr. Evans, your former flame, Cathy Wilson, is in our custody… Huh, you seem to be quite fortunate in love.

The women around you are all remarkably beautiful.”

Mark responded with a composed tone, “Don’t harm her.”

The man chuckled and brushed against Cathy, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he remarked, “If you wish to spare your first love from harm, you’ll have to pay a price.

Otherwise, who knows if she’ll meet the same fate as Paul’s wife.”

In a low voice, Mark inquired, “Where are you? How do we proceed with the exchange?”

After concluding the call, the man crudely fondled Cathy multiple times.

Casting a disdainful gaze at Cecilia, he jeered, “It seems that Mark favors this woman more.”

Cecilia stood stunned.

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Mark had actually come here… for her.

Late at night, Mark arrived.

The driver parked the car outside, while the bodyguards and Peter remained in place. With the chip in hand, Mark entered the warehouse. The atmosphere choked him, the air thick with dust.

Mark scanned his surroundings.

His Cecilia was bound to a chair, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at him with unwavering trust.

Oh, naive girl.

Even at this moment, she still believed in him.

Mark’s heart ached in a way he had never experienced before. Yet, he didn’t focus on Cecilia; his concern was fixed on Cathy…

The strong man approached, brandishing a knife.

Six more individuals surrounded Mark, their eyes fierce like tigers.

Clad in black, Mark stood there, his presence both gentle and handsome, standing out amidst the hostile environment.

“Mr. Evans, what a romantic man you are!” the strong man mocked.

Gripping Cathy’s hair, he flung her forward, sneering. “Let’s get this over with.”

Mark held a chip in his hand.

‘Speaking softly, he said, “All the information about the project.”

The man was skeptical. Mark threw the chip to him and added, “You can inspect it first.”

Instinctively, the man caught it.

However, it wasn’t a chip at all; it was a small detonator. The moment he touched it, it exploded. Both the strong man and Cathy were blown back.

Everyone stood in shock.

Mark’s cruelty left them astounded.

Cathy lay in a pool of blood, her hand severely injured. She gazed at Mark with sorrow, unable to believe he would do this to her.

Without hesitation, he had risked her life for the sake of his beloved woman.

Almost instantly, the bodyguards rushed in, accompanied by some policemen.

Mark maintained a composed gaze on Cecilia.

And Cecilia reciprocated the look.

In her heart, she believed Mark would come over, embrace her, and untie the ropes that bound her. Yet, instead, he walked to Cathy, knelt down, and cradled her in his arms. With tenderness, he uttered, “Cathy, I’ll take you to the hospital immediately.”

Cathy was on the verge of losing consciousness due to the pain, but she clung to her last breath.

Her gaze locked onto the man before her and she murmured, “Mark, you are so merciless.”

Drawing near to Cathy’s ear, Mark whispered, “You shouldn’t have harmed her.”

Cathy closed her eyes ever so slightly.

Defeated in love by the innocent Cecilia and outmaneuvered by Mark, Cathy realized he had long embedded his people within the company, far surpassing Paul in strategy.

Resignation etched on her face, she asked, “Why didn’t you take the project at the beginning? Why giving it to Paul?”

Back then…

Mark’s eyes lowered, bitterness consuming him as he recalled how he had yearned to offer a haven to the young girl.

Yet his actions indirectly led to the demise of Paul and his wife.

One of Cathy’s hands lay broken, but it wasn’t enough. Mark had to personally witness the project’s success and personally integrate it into the aerospace industry… Only that would make Paul and his wife’s death meaningful.

Emerging from the warehouse, Mark carried Cathy in his arms.

Following behind, Cecilia’s tender voice called out, “Uncle Mark…”

Mark halted his stride, contemplating the next course of action.

After a while, he instructed Peter, “Locate a suitable hotel and get her settled in.”

Peter unfastened the rope on his own, ensuring Cecilia was unharmed. Witnessing her unscathed state, he felt a lump in his throat and comforted her, “Thank heavens you’re alright.”

However, Cecilia remained fixated on the spot where Mark had departed, utterly stunned.

filled

Peter draped a coat over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right hand is disabled. She’ll have to train her left hand

lit a cigarette and contemplated the

murmured, “She can still be

those he valued would have to

do nothing

Peter remained silent.

afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s the

cruel man had

he was about to confront his

Czanch, several robust and responsible bodyguards guarded

the hotel suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears even

a rarity. Even during her breakup

believed that her infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow

had lost her appetite and

to vomit, especially when she caught the scent of greasy food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten. This was unusual for her, as she had always

on her belly, reminiscing about the

encounter a month ago, where passion had

Could she be pregnant?

her extremely pale reflection in the

she decided she would have to buy a pregnancy

Mark’s child. If she was indeed pregnant, she intended to

he want

door intercepted Cecilia, offering a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed that you are not allowed

unwell. I need

themselves

her to go downstairs but assigned two

purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked

just as she suspected, two crimson lines materialized

mix of shock and horror as

She was pregnant.

pregnant with

followed by faint footsteps.

belly, she stepped out

hours had passed since they last saw each other, she felt as though they were already

to

But Mark spoke first.

armrest. It seemed like he

to declare that she wasn’t afraid

do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone like Cathy, not a little baby

mumbled, “Do you

her,”

trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And I’m the one responsible for it. Do you

was urging her

tremble as she failed to grasp his

I admire women like her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction. I’m destined to lead neither an easy nor tranquil life, do

voice, he declared,

those words,

She thought she understood.

of what he already Possessed. He valued fame and power and she

right one for

that question. Instead, she

man of greatness and he had made that clear to her. How

their last silhouettes, she refrained

she lifted her head and blessed him gently, “Then I wish

she averted her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go now. Otherwise, I’ll

stood up, pausing as if he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of

love that had

for the failure

to be consumed by the power

Mark departed.

open

the soft carpet, her face buried in

Duefron, she didn’t dare

Gamous Road and survived on the

only toss all the ingredients into

dreams where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams,

her cheeks were wet with

never

up from a nightmare and found her

about the child kept her from going

let her family know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever

plainer by the

tiny rental house, barely twenty square meters in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying part-time jobs, she even

of a cup of

she caught glimpses of

and vigorous as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast

together seemed more and more like

often checked his phone but her messages were

the Fowler family several times during holidays but his status prevented him from inquiring about

about her whereabouts and was told that she had gone on trips to

was home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he ate it all, as if he was

reverted to his former self, the Mr. Evans whom

he felt a sense of incompleteness in

spending time with Charlie and Flora because they remembered

had fun together, they would inquire about

he would mask his emotions with jests, saying, “A little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing the aurora. How could she possibly remember

friends would echo

conversations about Cecilia would culminate with

he would be the only one

married and her fans organized an event

up to show

and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed that he seemed

a faint smile, Flora was about to inquire but her attention was

was tall and looked

quickly stopped Mark and asked,

the mention of this long-lost name, Mark was

However, she was dressed plainly and

that moment, the woman was carrying a

Mark inquired of Peter, “Is

elevator is for guests. The staff usually

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