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."

all the time. Her eyes

she

this, Donald slowed down the car

at Daphne's house, Donald

sniffed, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Shawn."

opened the car door and went out. As her feet just stepped on the ground, she stumbled. Fortunately, she quickly held the car door and did not fall down.

and walked over to

and said, "Thank you."

the lift, Daphne took out her

shaking so much that they could not even reach the door.

key, and opened the door easily.

and was stunned for a moment. It was only when Donald's voice sounded that she

and found the water dispenser to get her a cup of

with both hands and her eyelashes were half-hanging.

pants and sat on the single sofa by her

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

sent you home directly, these

wide and wave her hand. "No, no, if

out his phone, took out a photo, and

very dark, she could never forget the

It was him.

"It's him."

serious as he took his

he said this, Daphne understood the reason.

the fact that she had been following and reporting on

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

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

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

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 fear, over time, no one will dare to reveal

surprised when he heard this. He raised his eyebrows slightly, probably not expecting her