CHAPTER 121: CHAPTER 121: SHE KISSED HIM, SILENTLY PLEADING FOR HELP

"Senior, stop the car!" She squeezed out a few words, but he held her tighter.

Stella Grant was completely limp, even lacking the strength to push him away.

She bit her lower lip, her nails dug deeply into her palm, trying to maintain the last bit of clarity in her mind.

She must not... She had to endure, she had to escape!

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here. I’ll take you home, to our home."

He continuously kissed her fragrant hair, trying hard to suppress himself.

As long as they got onto the plane, he could properly... comfort her!

In the passenger seat, Cindy Chandler watched through the rearview mirror, taking in the intimate figure of the two embracing behind her.

Her heart felt like it was being viciously gripped by something and then ripped apart, bleeding profusely.

The image stabbed at her eyes, causing them to ache.

Suddenly,

"Boom—Rumble—"

A massive roar approached from afar, like a muffled thunder rolling across the sky, as a helicopter rapidly pursued them.

Andy Lockwood quickly rolled down the car window.

In the glaring sunlight, at the helicopter cabin door, a golden mask reflected cold light, almost blinding.

It’s Mr. West! He actually chased after them!

Andy Lockwood’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Damn it!

A missile whistled towards them, with a loud explosion about three hundred meters ahead of the car.

Flames, dirt, and grass fragments shot into the sky.

The driver sharply turned the steering wheel, and the screeching sound of brakes pierced through the air, forcing the car to stop in the middle of the road.

The helicopter hovered nearby, a rope ladder quickly descended.

Mr. West’s signature golden mask appeared first, followed by five team members in black combat suits, swiftly sliding down to the ground.

Andy Lockwood pushed open the car door, his face dark enough to drip water.

From another car responsible for the rear guard, four bodyguards also quickly got out, encircling Andy Lockwood.

The air instantly froze.

The two groups, separated by only dozens of meters, silently faced off, tension palpable.

Damned!

The familiar heat surged up again, Andy Lockwood desperately restrained the storm of desire within.

His tightly clenched fists bulged with veins, his hand backs appeared unnaturally pale due to the force.

He forced a stiff smile, his voice eerily calm.

"Mr. West, long time no see."

"I should have visited earlier, but I didn’t expect to meet like this."

"I apologize for my rudeness!"

Mr. West’s eyes hidden behind the mask were as sharp as a falcon’s, coldly staring at Andy Lockwood.

"Enough nonsense, leave the woman, you, get out of Mardale."

His voice lacked any warmth, each word seemingly dipped in ice.

Andy Lockwood maintained outward composure, despite the cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"Mr. West, you must be joking. The one in the car is my wife, not the person you’re looking for."

Mr. West let out a contemptuous laugh, filled with mockery.

"Hah, wife?"

"Today, even if it were an ant trying to leave Mardale, as long as I, Mr. West, don’t nod, you won’t take anyone away!"

Not finishing his words, he stepped toward Andy Lockwood’s black sedan.

Andy Lockwood’s internal alarm went off, fury boiling in his eyes.

"Mr. West!" He raised his voice, "We can negotiate a deal. Just ensure my safe arrival at the airport, you name the terms!"

This was his final concession.

However, Mr. West appeared to hear the biggest joke of all.

He suddenly pulled out a black pistol from his waist, too fast to react.

"Bang!"

The bullet precisely struck Andy Lockwood’s right arm, instantly staining his white shirt with blood.

"Dare to steal from me and still negotiate? Are you worthy?"

Mr. West’s voice was chillingly cold, filled with undisguised killing intent.

"Attack!"

He commanded.

At the sound of gunfire, both parties almost simultaneously pulled their triggers.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Deafening gunfire erupted, bullets intersected in flight, sparks flew, the bullets hit the bulletproof glass with a harsh sound.

The scene was instantly chaotic, filled with the scent of gunpowder and blood.

In this critical moment.

"Squeak—"

The car door suddenly opened from within.

Stella Grant, supporting the car door, staggered out from the other side.

Her face was paper-white, steps unsteady, as if she could collapse at any moment.

She stood right in the midst of the fierce crossfire, the wind lifting her disheveled hair, obscuring most of her face.

Andy Lockwood’s heart suddenly stopped, all his blood rushing to his head.

"Stella!" he cried out in disbelief.

Mr. West was also shocked by this unexpected development, he quickly raised his hand, signaling his men to cease fire.

"Stop!"

The gunfire abruptly halted, and the chaotic battlefield fell into an eerie silence, leaving only the heavy drone of helicopters and the sound of the wind.

Andy Lockwood’s eyes were bloodshot with rage as he disregarded the wound on his arm, ready to charge forward and save her.

"Take one step forward, and I’ll bury you here!"

Mr. West’s voice rang out again, cold as ice, filled with unquestionable authority.

Then, he turned to Stella, his voice unconsciously softened, carrying a complex emotion.

"NOVA, quickly come to me! I’ll take you home."

Andy Lockwood ignored the excruciating pain in his arm and shouted towards Stella Grant, "Stella! Don’t listen to him! I’ll take you to Master! Come with me!"

His voice was filled with urgency and pleading.

Stella hung her head low, her long hair obscuring all her expressions.

No one could see her expression at this moment.

Under the tense gaze of the two men, she suddenly lifted her foot.

One step, two steps... Stumbling, she actually ran towards Mr. West.

Seeing this, Mr. West immediately strode forward and caught her steadily as her body was about to collapse.

He held her frail body tightly in his arms, and his heart, which had been suspended, finally settled back in his chest.

His voice, with a barely noticeable tremble, "It’s okay now!"

Those three words were tender beyond measure but carried a suffocating possessiveness.

Andy Lockwood felt like he had been struck by lightning, his entire body frozen on the spot.

He watched the scene unfold before him, feeling as though a piece of his heart had been forcibly torn out, the pain rendering him unable to breathe.

"Stella!" He screamed in agony, "Don’t go with him! Return to me!"

Mr. West no longer looked at him, only held Stella tightly, and quickly retreated.

His five well-trained team members immediately stepped forward, forming an impenetrable barrier, isolating Andy Lockwood and his people.

Mr. West, carrying Stella, swiftly climbed up the rope ladder.

The massive air current from the helicopter’s rotor churned up the dust on the ground.

The helicopter quickly ascended, then turned and flew towards the distance without looking back.

After the helicopter took off, the five team members showed no intention to continue the attack, promptly regrouping, preparing to retreat.

Cindy Chandler’s face was pale as she hurriedly got down from the co-pilot’s seat and ran to Andy Lockwood’s side, supporting his teetering body.

"Brother, how are you? Your wound..."

Andy Lockwood seemed not to hear her words.

He stared at the helicopter, flying further away, until it finally disappeared into the horizon.

In those usually profound and alluring eyes, there surged an endless hatred and a fierce intent to kill.

As if he was going to burn that helicopter to ashes!

The thunderous turbine sound of the helicopter gradually subsided as it landed on the helipad of Skylake Peak’s hot spring mountain.

Dusk was approaching.

The mountaintop was stained with a crimson glow, bright as blood, shocking to behold.

This hot spring was famous in Mardale, yet he had cleared the grounds earlier.

"It’s okay, we’ve arrived." Mr. West’s voice was deep, carrying a reassuring strength.

He turned to her, gentle in tone, "Are you hurt?"

He noticed something was very wrong with her condition.

Stella’s palm was tightly clenched, nails dug deep, a smear of wet blood.

She had been enduring fiercely, the unfamiliar heat inside almost consuming her.

The last bit of rationality had long crumbled.

"I feel awful..." Her voice was weak, with a broken tremble.

It was only then Mr. West noticed her flushed face, her unfocused gaze, her body devoid of strength—she was clearly drugged.

The dizziness and fatigue made it hard for her to even stand.

His heart exploded in anger!

Andy Lockwood, that bastard! How dare he use such sordid means on her!

He suddenly regretted not having fired a shot directly at his head!

"It’s alright, don’t be afraid, I’m here!" He suppressed his fury, made his voice softer, carefully supporting her.

Stella suddenly grabbed onto him like catching a life-saving straw, tightly embracing him, her fiery breath on his neck.

She opened her mouth and bit hard into his neck, then kissed him feverishly on the lips.

This kiss was wild, fraught with desperate abandon, as if unleashing the wild beast raging inside her.

Her teeth scraped sharply against his lower lip.

He couldn’t afford to care about anything else, cradling her, striding rapidly towards the prepared room.

Inside the luxurious room, he carefully laid her on the soft, large bed.

He turned and rushed to the bathroom, turning on the cold water valve.

The water gushing could be heard.

When he came back out, the bed was empty, Stella was nowhere to be found.

His heart tightened, and finally, he found her curled in a corner of the room.

Her gaze was delirious, biting fiercely on her lower lip, blood seeping, yet she was still desperately shouting: "Get out! Don’t... don’t come near me!"

The voice, frightened and trembling, made one’s heart tighten.

Mr. West was heartbroken, he gradually squatted down, trying to approach her, wanting to carry her to the cold water.

"Stella, be good, a cold bath will help a lot."

Unexpectedly, she seemed to be triggered, suddenly pulling at her hair violently, her throat squeezing out repressed shouts.

"Don’t! Don’t touch me!"

Mr. West looked at her self-destructive state, his heart aching.

"Alright, alright, I won’t touch you." He softened his voice, like soothing a frightened child, "I’ll only take you to the bathroom, okay, trust me."

As soon as he touched her body, Stella seemed to be hit by an electric shock, her body uncontrollably pounced on him again, tightly holding him and kissing him fiercely on the lips.

This was not a kiss-it was a devouring, a desperate plea for help...

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