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.

figure filled her with

dawn, Mark stood by the window. Peter draped a coat over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right

a cigarette

murmured, “She can still be of

he valued would have to go through her first. She would serve as a

she could do

Peter remained silent.

afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me?

such a cruel man had his

he was about to confront his

hotel in Czanch, several robust and responsible bodyguards guarded one of

hold back her tears

Mark, tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup with

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

had lost her

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 had a

her belly, reminiscing about

encounter a month ago, where passion had overtaken them and they

Could she be pregnant?

her head and saw her extremely pale reflection

she

she carried Mark’s child. If she

want

at the door intercepted Cecilia, offering a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia

lips quivering, Cecilia explained, “I’m feeling unwell. I need to

bodyguards found themselves in

go downstairs but assigned two guards

purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it

two crimson

gazed blankly at the result, her expression a mix of shock and horror as

She was pregnant.

was pregnant with Mark’s

by faint footsteps. She knew

caressing her belly,

saw each other, she felt as though they were already

to tell him about the

But Mark spoke first.

slender fingers gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find the right words before

wanted to declare that she wasn’t afraid of danger

looked at her, smiling, and inquired, “What can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone like Cathy, not

mumbled, “Do

her,” Mark

trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And

was urging her to

she failed

undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction. I’m destined to lead neither an easy

voice, he

words, Cecilia felt

She thought she understood.

love wasn’t enough for him to let go of what he already Possessed. He valued fame and power

right one

that question. Instead, she slowly

and he had made that clear to her. How

dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes, she refrained from

and blessed him gently, “Then I wish Mr. Evans a

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

eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until he held the doorknob that he finally spoke,

apology encompassed their love that had

for the failure of

the right man, while someone like him deserved to be consumed

Mark departed.

open and

onto the soft carpet, her face buried

she didn’t dare to go

went to their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on

could only toss all the ingredients into

Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to

cheeks were wet with

never

nightmare

her family finding out about the child kept her from

pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever she could, with no credit

grew plainer

square meters in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying part-time jobs, she even taught herself to cook simple

to haggle over the price of a cup of

of Mark in

in sharp contrast to her cheap shirts.

memories together seemed more

checked his phone but her messages

during holidays but his status prevented him from

asked around about her whereabouts and was told that she had gone on

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

self, the Mr. Evans whom everyone admired and

a sense

began to enjoy spending time with Charlie and

had fun together, they would inquire about

jests, saying, “A little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with

friends would

would culminate with his warm

be the only one

to get married and her fans organized an event for

up to show his

her fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed that

Flora was about to inquire but her attention was caught by a familiar figure in the

tall and looked like someone

quickly stopped Mark and asked, “Mr.

of this long-lost

whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to be six months

woman was carrying

to the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter,

is for guests. The staff

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