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

Wilson’s right hand is disabled. She’ll have to train

a cigarette

murmured, “She can still be of

as his intimate partner. This way, anyone attempting to harm those he valued would have to go through her

do

Peter remained silent.

always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me? They all call me a devil, a ruthless

such a cruel

was about to confront his

several robust and responsible

the hotel suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back

tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold, she didn’t really go

her infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with

lost her

to vomit, especially when she caught the scent of greasy food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything

hand on her

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

Could she be pregnant?

head and saw her extremely pale reflection in

she would have to

If she was indeed pregnant, she intended to

he want this

vigilant bodyguard stationed at the door intercepted Cecilia, offering a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed that you are not

explained, “I’m feeling unwell. I need

bodyguards found themselves in a

allowed her to go downstairs but assigned two guards

the hotel, there stood a 24-hour pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it

suspected, two crimson lines materialized

a mix of shock

She was pregnant.

pregnant with

faint footsteps. She knew

her belly, she stepped out

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

trembled, wanting to

But Mark spoke first.

like he struggled to find the right words before finally saying,

wanted to declare that she wasn’t

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 a little baby

“Do you

her,”

“I disabled her right hand.

urging her to return to

continued to tremble as she failed to

cruel smile slowly forming, “It appears you don’t quite get it. Look, 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,

voice, he declared, “You know

words, Cecilia felt

She thought she understood.

of what he already Possessed. He valued

Cathy the right one for

asking that question. Instead,

greatness and he had made that clear to her. How could she hold

their last silhouettes,

head and blessed him gently, “Then I wish

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

he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until he held the

love that had now

the failure of

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

Mark departed.

creaked open

her face buried in

Duefron, she didn’t

she went to their apartment on Gamous Road

cook, she could only toss all the ingredients

had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to bed and

were wet

never

later, she woke up from a nightmare

family finding out about

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

plainer by the

twenty 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

glimpses of Mark in the

as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to her cheap shirts. It felt

more and

had developed a bad habit. He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to

had visited the Fowler family several times during holidays but his status prevented him from

and was told that she had gone

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

reverted to his former self, the Mr. Evans

a sense of incompleteness

began to enjoy spending time with

they had fun together, they would inquire

little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling

friends would echo

end, their conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his warm and

the only one to taste the

to get married and her fans organized

showed up to

her fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark

but her attention was

and looked like someone she

and asked, “Mr. Evans, look,

mention of this long-lost

a woman whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed

was carrying a

her rush to the second floor, Mark inquired

is for

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