My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 1183

“Someone’s here,” stated Quinton.

Derek was still switching on his computer since he was about to carry on with his work. Not taking Quinton’s words seriously, he replied, “It could be the security guards who are keeping watch at night.”

However, Quinton’s professional instinct told him that the people outside weren’t security guards.

Security guards wouldn’t walk so carefully.

He quietly got up and burrowed himself into a corner without making a sound, cautiously blending in with the night, like a cat lurking in the dark.

Then, the lights were silently switched off.

Even Derek noticed that something was strange.

He figured that Sandra would certainly lay a hand on him these days. Is she going to do so in the office building? Isn’t this a little too bold of her?

Upon that thought, Derek stood up as well. To his surprise, the door to his office was suddenly banged open before three burly men barged in from the outside; all of them had scars on their faces and were holding machetes.

Derek’s heart skipped a beat, but he put up a brave front by yelling, “Who are you guys?!”

 

He knew that these men came for him. As expected, Sandra made a move.

The strong desire to survive caused Derek’s physical strength and reflexes to reach their peak. He subconsciously picked up the chair on the floor to fight off the machete-wielding men, yelling, “What are you waiting for? Save me!”

 

Unfortunately, Quinton had disappeared without a trace amid the chaos.

As expected, this guy isn’t reliable at all!

These burly men had come well-prepared; their attacks were ruthless and by no means sloppy, for they never spoke from the moment they showed up until the moment they struck. One could tell at a glance from their expressionless faces and the chillingly frosty looks in their eyes that they were a bunch of desperadoes.

times, Derek was forced to step back to the front of the French window that was dozens

unique architecture, for several floors at the top level were designed to shape like

their office building looked like a cock,

air gusted through from a high altitude. As a result, the temperature in the office dropped drastically to below zero degrees Celsius. Derek trembled

to realize my ambition, and my ideal life is about to come true. My

either be slashed to

resign himself to such a

He backed away step by step until he was in front of the holed French window. Cold air gusted in through the

pushed his shoulders forcefully, causing him to lose his footing, and he fell into the

let out a blood-curdling scream. Suddenly, he felt his hands being grasped firmly

must have been as dead as a doornail after falling from a building that

everywhere after pushing Derek off the building. Someone else seemed to have been in this room just now, but they went missing in the blink of an eye. They hurried to the first floor to avoid unnecessary complications, only to see that the floor was very clean—Derek’s remains were nowhere to be

on? He couldn’t have survived after falling from such a tall building, so where are his

the body landed somewhere else since

forget it; they had seen Derek falling off the building with

but we didn’t find the remains. Just rest assured, for our work is surely reliable. I have sent the

bank account after a while, then they immediately set out to leave the city without delay. But right after they got on the beltway, an oil tanker rammed into their vehicle, breaking their car

Boom!

tanker then exploded, reducing several human lives to

day, she learned of a piece of earth-shattering

hearing the details told by the person on the other end of the line. She subconsciously uttered, “What about Quinton? What? He

who was sleeping next to her, suddenly awoke with a start upon hearing the three names. He sat up and listened to what was being told over

and the surveillance footage showed Derek falling off the building? So they died together? How could that be possible? Quinton couldn’t even be killed

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