Chapter 8
Elie was struck as if by lightning, and she looked up suddenly at Clara.
The smug smile at the corner of the other’s mouth confirmed her guess, which she couldn’t hide in time.
What hidden items, what mysterious buyers, all are carefully designed
traps.
“Mr. Lawrence, Elie’s voice trembled, “you can’t agree, I’m leaving after today…”
“Eric,” Clara suddenly threw herself into Eric’s arms, interrupting him, “I want that necklace! You promised me.”
She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, “Am I not as important to you as a secretary in your heart?”
Eric looked down at Clara in his arms, then glanced at the pale–faced
Elie.
He wiped away Clara’s tears with his hand and whispered, “Don’t cry.”
Then he turned to the staff and said, “Tell the buyer, deal done.”
Elie’s blood froze in an instant: “Eric! You can’t-”
Before the words had even finished, someone had already grabbed her
arm.
She struggled desperately, her nails scratching blood marks on the bodyguard’s arm: “Let me go! Eric! I’m quitting tomorrow! You have no
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Her voice was cut off by the slamming of the car door.
The black sedan sped away, and in the rearview mirror, Eric was gently putting a coat on Clara.
In the luxury suite, Elie was pushed in roughly.
With a click, the door locked behind her, and she turned around to see a beggar covered in dirt greedily staring at her.
The beggar grinned, revealing his uneven yellow teeth.
Elie trembled all over, staggering backwards. “Don’t come any closer… I can give you money..
“Money? The beggar grabbed her wrist, his foul breath hitting her face ast he chuckled. “The money that lady gave me is enough to last me a lifetime! I don’t need money now, I need a woman!”
Elie was desperate and could only grab the desk lamp for self–defense. When the beggar pounced on her, she fiercely smashed his head.
Blood flowed down his forehead, instead arousing his ferocity.
“Jerk! he grabbed her hair and threw her onto the bed.”
The sound of fabric tearing was particularly harsh in the room.
Elie’s nails left deep blood marks on the beggar’s face, but they were no match for the man’s strength.
Just when she was completely desperate-
“Bang!”
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The door was kicked open.
Eric’s bodyguard rushed in and quickly subdued the beggar.
“Ms. Roberts, the bodyguard holding out a coat began, “Mr. Lawrence sent us to rescue you.
Elie shivered as she wrapped her coat tightly around her, reaching for her phone to call the police.
The bodyguard quickly snatched the phone: “Mr. Lawrence instructed that you cannot call the police.”
“What does it mean? Elie asked hoarsely.”
“Ms. Grayson didn’t mean it, she just wanted to vent. Mr. Lawrence has already arranged for someone to save you, you’re fine, let’s just forget about it.”
Elie was struck as if by lightning: “He… knew?”
The bodyguard resigned.
Elie suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that tears streamed down hist face.
Originally, Eric knew everything, but still allowed Clara to push her towards the abyss.
Her eyes welled up with tears, “What if I had to call the police?”
“No one in New York dares to take your case, the bodyguard said expressionlessly. “Mr. Lawrence said to give you a week off, so you can rest well these days, consider it as compensation.”
After speaking, the bodyguard’s figure disappeared at the end of the
corridor, and the door made a soft “click” sound.
Elie sat down slowly on the ground, pressing his fingertips deeply into the palm of his hand.
The suit jacket slipped off her shoulders, revealing a torn collar. She reached out to pick it up, only to find her hand shaking uncontrollably.
The phone suddenly rang, and the word “Mom” on the screen stabbed her
eyes.
J’Elie, have you finished the handover? Have you arranged all the blind dates?”
Elie bit down hard on his lower lip, the taste of rust spreading in his mouth, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
“Okay, Mom, she heard her own terrifyingly calm voice, “I’ll go back today.”
The moment the phone hung up, tears finally burst out.
Ten years of time passed by like a revolving lantern in front of my eyes.
On the college campus, the figure of a young man walking against the light.
In the president’s office, his breath was scorching hot after he got drunk.
And tonight, he uttered the indifferent words “deal” as well.
Every frame of memory turned into a sharp knife, tearing her heart apart.
Ten years of infatuation, resulted in one trampling after another.
Elie slowly stood up, picked up the coat on the ground, straightened out
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his disheveled clothes, and returned to the apartment alone.
Her emotions had completely calmed down. Within just thirty minutes, she calmly cancelled the apartment rental, packed all her belongings, left the keys behind, and took a taxi with her suitcase.
The taxi drove through the puddles and headed towards the airport.
There was a one–way ticket leading to a life without Eric.
