Chapter 364
Sarah felt her heart pounding as if it were on the verge of bursting. She glanced at the figure following her into the car and then heard the definitive “click” of the doors locking. She didn’t find it strange for a moment but looked up expectantly. “Mr. William, has Brielle crossed you too?”
There was a slight smile at the corner of William’s mouth as he reached for a handkerchief. “Hmm.”
A sparkle lit up in Sarah’s eyes, and just as she was about to say something more, the handkerchief came down swiftly, smothering her mouth and nose. Her eyes widened in shock, and she tried to struggle, but the pungent odor overwhelmed her senses, and her head felt heavy in an instant. Her attempts to fight back grew weaker by the second.
William released his grip, his expression one of distaste.
Sarah lost consciousness and slumped down limply.
William had parked cleverly. His movements were so calculated that from their conversation to the car, everything had taken place out of the surveillance cameras‘ sight. He wouldn’t have made his move otherwise. Sarah had been waiting like a sitting duck, but William was the bigger predator.
With Sarah’s newfound enmity towards Brielle and her sudden disappearance–or even possible death–Brielle would certainly not escape implication.
would have to
nudging Sarah’s inert body with the tip of his polished shoe. She’s just a pawn of
unlocking it with her fingerprint. Several group chats in Sarah’s
events, saving him a great deal of effort. He typed the words “Help me” in one of the groups
later, the car stopped at his residence. He got out and glanced at the bodyguard who had been waiting. “Take care of the person in the car,
to such tasks, nodded slowly.
from a man at the door, wiped his fingertips clean, and then casually discarded the cloth into a trash
played on his lips. With Sarah gone at this critical juncture, the waters. would be
he react? William was looking forward
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Only then could he seize the opportunity to fish
a message. Reading
driver’s seat, was puzzled. Shouldn’t Brielle’s situation be the
“But Ms. Brielle-”
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