We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 1943 Take Away

I knew it. Elisa's heart sank.

She lifted her gaze, attempting to negotiate with Mr. Carrerra.

“It's sufficient if I accompany you,” Elisa replied firmly. “My friend here has no involvement in this affair, nor does she have any personal connections with you.”

Rachel gently squeezed Elisa's hand from behind. Elisa's expression remained unchanged as if she didn't feel a thing.

Mr. Carrerra burst into hearty laughter as he pointed at Elisa. “Well, well. You're quite loyal, aren't you? What a pity.” His tone changed abruptly. “No one is leaving today!”

Mr. Carrerra raised his voice, drawing the curious gazes of those nearby. They regarded him with odd expressions, as though they were observing an unusual spectacle.

Nevertheless, after locking eyes with Mr. Carrerra, they promptly averted their gaze.

Legend had it that individuals who lived perilous lives were invariably accompanied by a handful of wayward souls, bearing the lingering scent of mortality.

Although Elisa didn't feel oppressed, being next to Mr. Carrerra was indeed somewhat uncomfortable.

“So, there's no room for negotiation?”

Elisa's indifferent tone was no longer as pleasant as before, making it hard to discern whether she was perturbed.

Mr. Carrerra nodded, crossing his arms leisurely as he looked at Elisa. “Yes, no room for negotiation.”

His expression seemed to say, “What can you do about that?”

Elisa drew a deep breath, her fists tightening and then loosening.

She had to come to terms with the fact that there was nothing she could do about Mr. Carrerra.

The place was teeming with people, making it all too easy for anyone there to become his hostage.

She didn't stand a chance against him.

Elisa lowered her gaze, lost in thought for a moment.

Mr. Carrerra displayed no sense of urgency, his gaze leisurely shifting between the two individuals.

“Very well,” Elisa consented, a response that prompted Mr. Carrerra to arch his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by her quick agreement.

Of course, he was also prepared for the possibility that Elisa might not agree.

In unconventional circumstances, unconventional methods were employed.

Mr. Carrerra patted his head and pointed toward the elevator. “Please go ahead.”

Elisa held Rachel's hand and walked past Mr. Carrerra.

The elevator, which was originally quite spacious, now seemed somewhat cramped.

Sensing that Rachel was slightly trembling, Elisa softly comforted, “It's okay. Don't worry, I'm here.”

That being said, Elisa herself wasn't very confident.

She was someone who seldom experienced regret.

She firmly believed that once a decision was reached, it was final.

Regret proved to be fruitless; time wouldn't rewind due to it, and the outcome wouldn't change.

Eliso drew o deep breoth, her fists tightening ond then loosening.

She hod to come to terms with the foct thot there wos nothing she could do obout Mr. Correrro.

The ploce wos teeming with people, moking it oll too eosy for onyone there to become his hostoge.

She didn't stond o chonce ogoinst him.

Eliso lowered her goze, lost in thought for o moment.

Mr. Correrro disployed no sense of urgency, his goze leisurely shifting between the two individuols.

“Very well,” Eliso consented, o response thot prompted Mr. Correrro to orch his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by her quick ogreement.

Of course, he wos olso prepored for the possibility thot Eliso might not ogree.

In unconventionol circumstonces, unconventionol methods were employed.

Mr. Correrro potted his heod ond pointed toword the elevotor. “Pleose go oheod.”

Eliso held Rochel's hond ond wolked post Mr. Correrro.

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