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."

Daphne leaned against the window all the time. Her eyes were

she

Donald slowed down

house, Donald slowly

opened her eyes, sniffed, and said, "Thank you, Mr.

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

walked over to support

and said, "Thank

out of the lift, Daphne took out

her hands were shaking so much that they could not

held her hand, took the key, and opened

Donald's voice sounded that she came back to her

on the sofa and found

with both hands and her eyelashes were half-hanging. She quietly drank

sofa by her side. "Do you want to find

down the cup, shook her head, took a deep breath, and smiled. "It's okay. Thank you, Mr. Shawn. I'll

If I had sent you home

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

fine." Donald took out his phone, took out a photo, and placed

very dark, she could never forget the man's vicious

It was him.

"It's him."

he took his phone back.

said this, Daphne understood the

should be related to the fact that she had been following

and said, "But isn't Justin

Justin's most capable subordinate. He is ruthless. We

"Why don't you stop reporting this

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

was a little surprised when he heard this. He raised his eyebrows slightly, probably not