Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

The man in front of her had a sinister and ruthless expression, and his eyes were filled with dense killing intent.

Seeing this, Daphne Aldrich couldn't help but take a few steps back, clenching the bag in her hand tightly. "What the hell are you..."

Before she finished speaking, the man raised his hand and instantly grabbed her neck.

Daphne tried her best to push his hand away. She struggled with all her might and said in a weak voice, "Help...help!"

However, it was already midnight. There were no pedestrians on the street. In addition, the surrounding light was dim. Her cry for help had no effect at all.

Daphne gradually stopped struggling and slowly closed her eyes. Just as she felt that her brain was short of oxygen and was about to die here, there was the sound of a car braking behind her.

The man in front of her gave her an extremely unwilling look. Then, he withdrew his hand and forcefully threw her to the ground. Then, he turned around and strode away. Soon, his figure was submerged in the darkness.

Donald ran to Daphne's side and helped her up. Then, he looked in the direction that the man had left and frowned tightly. "Are you alright?"

Daphne coughed violently, her face flushed red. It took her a long time to catch her breath and she shook her head.

Donald grabbed her shoulder and helped her up. "I'll send you back."

As he spoke, he supported Daphne and opened the door to the co-pilot's seat.

After Daphne sat in the car, she held her neck and breathed heavily.

Donald went to the other side and sat in the driver's seat. He wrung a bottle of water and handed it to her.

Daphne took it and took a few sips. She coughed violently again.

Donald patted her back and pursed his lips before saying, "Did you see the face of that person clearly?"

Daphne held the water bottle and raised her arm to wipe the water stains on the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she had not recovered from the fear of almost dying just now. She said with a trembling voice, "I... I saw it, but I can't describe it..."

"It's okay. I'll send you back first and have a good rest."

leaned against the window all the time. Her eyes

that she

down

at Daphne's house, Donald slowly said, "We're

and

her feet just stepped on the

seat belt and walked over to support her.

and said, "Thank

getting out of the lift, Daphne took out her key

hands were shaking so much that they could not even reach the

hand, took the key, and

was stunned for a moment. It was only when Donald's voice sounded that she came back to her senses and

found the water dispenser to get her a cup of

the cup with both hands and her eyelashes were

the single sofa by her side. "Do you want

deep breath, and smiled. "It's okay. Thank you, Mr. Shawn. I'll

I had sent you home directly, these

him begin to blame himself, Daphne couldn't help but open her eyes wide and wave her hand. "No, no, if not for Mr. Shawn, I might have... I really thanked you tonight."

a photo, and

carefully identified it. Although the light was very dark, she could never

It was him.

"It's him."

serious as he took his

as he said this, Daphne understood the

that she had been

said, "But isn't Justin already dead? Why is his subordinate..."

most capable subordinate. He is ruthless. We

stop reporting this for now? It's

Even if I don't report it, there will be other reporters reporting it.

was a little surprised when he heard this. He raised his eyebrows slightly,