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When Corentin saw that her life was not in danger, his tense face relaxed, and the corner of his lower lip curled up. "With me here, you can't die." Ashlynn gasped weakly in his arms. Although she did not die, her lungs were burning. "I'll take you to the hospital," Corentin said. The escaped man was caught and thrown into the bathhouse, his feet slipping and causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. Corentin's gloomy and terrifying eyes swept over the man. He held Ashlynn in his arms and slowly hugged her. "Why dirty my eyes by bringing him here? Just find a place and get rid of him! I don't care how painful he feels!" "Yes, sir!" Ashlynn nestled in Corentin's arms, not daring to move, and looked at the man slowly getting up from the ground not far away. His eyes were filled with hatred and a desire to kill. She immediately felt that something was going to go wrong. Sure enough, in the next second, he pushed away the men beside him, rushed forward, and tore off hi

Ashlynn examined his grip and clenched her hand even tighter as if trying to break it. The pain was written all over her face. When Corentin noticed the strength he was using and relaxed his grip slightly, Ashlynn took the opportunity to pull her hand away and stand up, moving to the side. "Salvatore, even though I went to a prestigious school and have a bright future ahead of me, I still value traditional values and hope to lead a simple life. If you care about me, please don't embarrass me and give me the freedom to make my own choices." Corentin's amber eyes glared at her, resembling a wild wolf in the forest as he bared his bloody fangs. "Ultimately, you still decided to leave me!" Ashlynn asked, "Do you really think we're a good match? Our personalities will never align. I've made up my mind and I won't be returning to the mansion. I'll live with my parents instead." After saying this, she turned and left the room. As soon as her hand touched the doorknob, Corentin's

"If I cared about this kind of thing, why would I marry you in the first place? Salvatore, you're good at everything, but you don't care about humanity and trample on other people's dignity. Don't tell me you'll change. You'll never change. You're a Lloyd, and I'm a Hilton. It's best for us to go our separate ways. You have nothing to lose, you still have the men in the bar..." Ashlynn asked, trying to make him understand that she was not responsible for the current situation. "I will change! I want you!" Corentin lost control of his emotions, and his hand holding Ashlynn's wrist was trembling. "It's useless for you to tell me these things. All I know is that you were once my wife and even more so now!" Ashlynn did not know what to say to make Corentin let go of his obsession. What was it that made him want her? Were the men not in the bar enough if he wanted people to remember his former identity as Salvatore? Ashlynn quietly looked at the flustered persistence and flustered

"Ah!" Ashlynn was pulled closer to the room and stumbled, falling onto the end of the bed as she glared at Corentin with hatred. "You know that I won't expose your video photos, so you did this to me?" Corentin sneered darkly. Ashlynn, having been seen through, narrowed her eyes but said nothing. "You said you love me, was that a lie?" Corentin saw that Ashlynn remained silent. He could not wait any longer and stepped forward, grabbing her by the collar. "Is it true? Tell me!" Ashlynn's head was dizzy from his shaking, and tears welled up in her eyes. "If I say I love you, will you let me go?" "No," Corentin answered without hesitation. "Then why does it matter if I love you or not?" Corentin gasped for breath, his chest feeling heavy as if it was about to explode. The hand that was grasping Ashlynn's collar tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand twisted horribly. Ashlynn closed her eyes, waiting for Corentin's possible enraged reaction. However, after a lon

He looked like he had just killed someone. His Rolls Loyce followed behind, keeping a close distance, but no one dared to catch up and talk to him. After walking for an unknown amount of time, tears rolled down Anthony's eyes because his heart hurt so badly. It seemed that a hand was tearing open his chest, and he could even smell his own blood. How could Anne die? They had been entangled for so many years. How could she die? Tommy's words filled his head, turning into a sharp weapon, cutting open his heart, which was unbearable. His tears kept falling down. Anthony only cried once when he was born and once when his mother died. As he grew up, no matter how much psychological suffering he endured or how difficult the obstacles in his business were, he would never cry. Now, standing by the side of the busy street, he could not stop crying. The sadness in his heart was inflating like a balloon, about to blow him up. In his blurred vision, someone passed by him, and th