Semua Bab I Became His Sweetheart: Bab 791 - Bab 800

A few seconds later, Hank and Melanie both breathed a sigh of relief. This was because the barking from behind had faded into the distance as the doges veered off, heading in another direction rather than toward them. Hank finally stopped, turning around to look at Melanie, who had fallen behind quite a distance. He encouraged, "Hang in there. The highway is in front!” Melanie was exhausted from running. She struggled to lift her head and saw, as expected, a wide highway in the distance. There were cars passing by. Great! They were finally saved! She summoned her remaining strength to catch up to Hank and finally had the opportunity to carefully inspect his abdominal injury, which was now bleeding more profusely. "Can your injury hold up?" she asked again. "I’m fine," Hank replied casually, as if the injury wasn't his. "Let's go! It's still not safe here." With that, he quickened his pace. However, his injuries were severe, and he clearly couldn’t run anymore. He

Without assistance, the surgery took longer than expected, and by the time the bullet was finally removed, an hour had passed. Melanie was exhausted, and Hank had fallen into a deep sleep under the effect of anesthesia. "Buzz." At the bedside, Hank's phone received a message, lighting up the screen. Melanie glanced at it unintentionally, seeing a brief message that read, "Sir, as per your instructions, it has been taken care of." Below the message notification, Melanie saw his phone wallpaper, which was a photo. In the photo, there was a family of four—parents and two sons. It looked very warm. It was hard to believe that this was the wallpaper of a cold-blooded killer's phone... She sat on the floor and rested her upper body on the sofa, her eyes threatening to close. She was just too tired, but she dared not sleep. She was afraid someone would barge in, and she was also afraid of the man on the bed... - After about half an hour of dozing off, Hank suddenly wok

"She looks a bit disheveled, but her face is pretty." "Of course. Mr. Castillo is asking our boss for something, so how could his gift be inferior? It's just that he enjoyed it himself first, which is a bit scummy... Can we really present her to our boss like this?" The car was speeding along as the bodyguards discussed. The one in charge in the passenger seat glanced at Melanie and said, "Of course we can't present her like this. Prepare some clean clothes for her. She has to clean herself and doll herself up before we can present her. Otherwise, if the boss gets angry, not only will Mr. Castillo be in trouble, but we'll also be in trouble!" "Yes!" the bodyguard in the back seat responded and began making a call to ask for women’s clothes. Melanie listened for a while. After she got the gist of the conversation, she asked anxiously, "The gift you're talking about, is it me?" One of the bodyguards was stunned for a second before bursting into laughter, followed by the whole

Upon hearing Greg's words, Anthony had mixed feelings. In fact, when Melanie entered the room just now, Anthony had noticed Greg's change in expression. His eyes were practically shining. However, Anthony had pretended not to notice. Good things, after all, were meant to be kept for oneself, but since Greg had already made it clear... After a few seconds of struggling, Anthony pretended to only notice Greg's expression and said tentatively, "Mr. Hardy, are you interested in her?" "She's my type," Greg said, crossing his legs and curling his lips. Anthony burst into laughter. "I thought it would be difficult to please you. To be honest, I was just wondering what gift to give you. Since you like her, then she's yours!" After saying that, Anthony gestured behind him, and the bodyguard standing there immediately pulled Melanie over. Melanie looked unwilling. She bit her lip secretly, feeling like she was getting closer and closer to the lion’s den. The fear was palpable, but

"It's just to deal with Linda," Melanie said in a subdued tone, indifferent. "What if I say it's for you?" Jeffrey asked casually. Melanie's eyes were immediately filled with disdain. "At a critical moment, don't joke around, Jefford. I'm not in the mood." Jeffrey raised an eyebrow, realizing that in her eyes, Jefford was indeed full of schemes and useless. Fortunately, he wasn't really Jefford. Although he occasionally felt regretful for using this "Jefford" persona, and sometimes her stubbornness irritated him, he comforted himself by knowing that she only distanced herself from Jefford because she deeply loved Jeffrey, him... "Think what you will." Jeffrey continued his actions. "But if I hadn't intercepted you from Anthony, you would be his gift right now." "Do I have to thank you for that?" Melanie retorted. "Otherwise?" Jeffrey replied. Melanie looked at the proud man before her and said, "Even without you, I have cards to protect myself." "Are your so-called