Chapter 12 Ruthless
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Suzanna was completely frozen, not just from the guns aimed at her, but from the fact that the voice coming from the car sounded so much like Francesca’s. The same Francesca who was supposed to have died in that fire two years ago.
The air felt like it had stopped moving, thick with tension.
The Landon family thugs didn’t dare make a move with so many guns pointed at them. The balance of power had shifted instantly.
Or rather, it seemed like Mark and the woman in the car had been in control all along.
Benedict’s gaze never left the car’s dark window. He knew she was watching him just as closely.
“The reagent is in my car, Mr. Landon. How do you plan on getting it?” the woman’s voice called out.
“Answer, Mr. Landon!” Mark shouted, noticing Suzanna trying to sneak off. He gestured for his men to’drag her back and pulled out a gun, aiming it at her head.
Without hesitation, Benedict stepped in front of Suzanna. “You can’t touch her. Name your price.”
Before anyone could react, the woman in the car let out a mocking laugh. “So, you’ve already made your choice? I didn’t know she was that important to you, Mr. Landon. What a sweet guy.”
The car slowly began to pull away. Benedict’s eyes narrowed, his anger boiling over. He stood firm, refusing to move. “10 million dollars. Sell me the potion, or I’ll make you regret it.”
The woman’s laugh echoed, full of disdain. The car moved again, and Benedict stepped aside, his eyes locked on the license plate number.
Just as the car had driven a good distance, the window slowly rolled down.
A pale, slender arm reached out, tossing a small box onto the ground in front of him. “Just kidding. I’m not a monster. Why would I make you choose between two people’s lives?”
Her voice held a mocking tone as the car sped off, the wind carrying her words and the sound of the engine fading into the night.
Benedict quickly walked over and grabbed the box. Inside was the potion, still intact. He sighed with relief, but it didn’t take away the frustration building inside him.
Turning to Mark, who was standing off to the side, Benedict said, “I’ll transfer 10 million dollars to Grandance Group’s account.”
Mark just shrugged and turned to leave, his bodyguards following the Rolls Royce.
Benedict’s expression darkened as he watched them go. His chest felt tight with all sorts of emo
He had been right in front of that car, hoping for a chance to see the woman’s face, but the windows were covered in that anti–phosphorescence film. He hadn’t seen a thing.
Who was she? Why was she after Suzanna? What did she have to do with Francesca? All these questions
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out, but he stepped back, his tone cold. “Go back to the car.”
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“Sorry, I was just worried about you, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. Suzanna started crying. “I know you’re mad at me. I wasn’t there when you needed me, but my parents took my passport and kept me locked up. Nothing I could do.”
“I’m looking out for you because of Jack. I’ve never had any other intentions, and I won’t. Benedict tightened his grip on the suitcase handle, picking up the pace. He was lucky to have survived the crash five years ago, but Jack didn’t.
Jack had sacrificed himself to save him, and if it weren’t for that, Jack would’ve had the life he deserved; marriage, kids, everything.
Then, his mind drifted back to the woman in the car. Could it really have been Francesca? Benedict’s chest felt hollow, and he couldn’t quite make sense of what he was feeling.
“Get in touch with the doctor in Rediff City. We’ll be back tomorrow,” Benedict said.
“Sure, sir.” Daniel stayed close behind. “By the way, today is Miss Mitchell’s birthday. You still haven’t given her the gift.”
He pulled a jewelry box from his bag and handed it over. Benedict barely glanced at it. He took the box, turned around, and tossed it to the woman behind him.
Suzanna fumbled to catch it and almost lost her balance. She had trouble keeping up in her heels, slowing down to open the box. Inside was an expensive–looking necklace.
Her face lit up. Benedict had always been generous, but this was something else. This high–end jewelry was worth at least 5 million dollars. She definitely hit the jackpot this time.
After returning to Rediff City, Benedict went straight to the hospital. Raymond confirmed the reagent was effective, then quickly made a plan and set up the first injection.
When Raymond walked into his office, the person inside smiled when he saw him.
Raymond returned the smile. “I heard you made 10 million dollars off Benedict yesterday. Playing your ex- husband like that, you’re ruthless.”
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