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."

the window all the time. Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes were wet.

that she was really frightened.

down the car a lot.

arrived at Daphne's house, Donald slowly said,

and

out. As her feet just stepped on the ground, she stumbled. Fortunately, she quickly held

walked over to support her. "I'll

and said, "Thank you."

getting out of the lift, Daphne took out her key to open

much that

her hand, took the key, and opened the door easily.

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

on the sofa and found

held the cup with both hands and her eyelashes were half-hanging. She

pulled up his pants and sat on the single sofa by her side. "Do you want to find a friend to accompany you

a deep breath, and smiled. "It's okay. Thank you, Mr. Shawn. I'll be fine after a short nap."

If I had sent you home directly, these things

her eyes wide and wave her hand. "No, no, if not for Mr. Shawn, I might

As long as you're fine." Donald took out his phone, took out a photo, and placed it in front of Daphne. "Is this the person

dark, she could never

It was him.

"It's him."

took his phone back. "This

as he said this, Daphne understood

related to the fact that she had been following and reporting on

isn't Justin already dead? Why is his

is Justin's most capable subordinate. He is ruthless. We have been looking for his whereabouts."

continued, "Why don't you stop reporting this for now? It's quite dangerous."

her gaze was firm. "My original intention as a reporter was to reveal the truth. Even if I don't report it, there will be other reporters reporting it. If we all submit because of

raised his eyebrows slightly,