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Chapter 159 Who Does It Really Benefit in the End?
The subordinate handed the package to Sara.
Beatrice quickly reported the unlock password.
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Sara went through all the content on her phone and computer, and apart from work, it was all just casual chatting. There were no videos or photos whatsoever.
She furrowed her brows slightly, still not believing.
Beatrice continued to cut the rope underwater with porcelain shards, while shifting the topic: “Ms. Melendez, if you feel that I am still hiding something, you can definitely seek assistance from someone who is knowledgeable about computers and smartphones for a thorough investigation.”
Upon hearing this, Sara indeed did so.
Seeing the progress bar flickering on the sigh of relief.
computer and phone screens, Beatrice breathed a slight
Her phone and computer were filled with four years‘ worth of design materials and drafts from college, making it extremely difficult to search through them.
It just provided her with the time to cut the rope.
Just as she was about to cut the rope, the search unexpectedly ended.
“Miss, there was none.”
Sara snatched Beatrice’s phone, feeling somewhat incredulous.
At this moment, a complex feeling surged in Beatrice’s heart.
I really have to thank Caden for deleting the evidence in her phone so thoroughly.
“Impossible!” Sara grabbed Beatrice by the arm. “Are you trying to trick me again?”
Beatrice steadied herself: “So you’re just waiting for me to die, huh? Ms. Melendez, you’re not stupid, think carefully why would I play tricks on you when we have no grievances?”
“You wanted to seduce Mr. Caden, so you blamed Madelynn! You wanted to turn us against each other!”
“Would Ms. Melendez treat Madelynn the same way she treated me?”
Sara hesitated for a moment and remained silent.
“You wouldn’t know, because behind her is Mr. Caden, so what’s the point of shifting blame to me? But I’m the one who died, so who benefits in the end? Ms. Melendez, I know I can’t escape today, and a dying person’s words are often truthful.”
Beatrice looked at Sara with a pale face, showing a hint of helplessness,
Sara hesitated and remained silent.
At that moment, Beatrice cut the rope and moved her feet to free herself from the rope wrapped around her body.
After seizing the opportunity, Beatrice raised her hand and grabbed Sara’s legs, pulling her into the swimming pool.
“Ah!”
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The originally murky and foul–smelling swimming pool became even more turbid due to Sara’s fall, and for a moment, the people on the shore couldn’t see the person underwater.
Beatrice just remembered the escape direction a moment ago, gritted her teeth and quickly swam past, ignoring the cuts on her body caused by scattered shards of porcelain.
When everyone went to rescue Sara, she climbed up the shore, with sewage mixed with blood dripping.
Just then, Sara was also lifted out of the pool by her subordinates.
When she saw Beatrice running away, she screamed, “Kill her! Kill her for me!”
Several men instantly chased after Beatrice.
Beatrice didn’t dare to stop for a moment as she ran towards the safety passage.
But she underestimated Sara’s evilness and found that all the exits were blocked with discarded chairs.
She could only wander aimlessly in the corridor like a headless fly, and finally hid inside a locker in the changing room.
Beatrice covered her mouth and nose, curling her entire body into a ball.
She didn’t dare to let go and breathe until the hurried footsteps outside had faded away.
Just when she thought she had escaped a disaster, the cabinet door in front of her was forcefully opened with a swoosh.
In the dimly lit changing room, a dark figure pulled her out of the closet and threw her against the wall.
Beatrice was in so much pain that she trembled all over and completely lost the strength to struggle.
She looked at the approaching person, wearing a leather jacket, leather pants, and a motorcycle helmet.
The pitch–black mask made it impossible to see anything clearly.
But she knew that he was staring at her.
“It was really useless, I had to clean up the mess.”
The man twisted his neck, and a muffled voice came out from his hat, which was unsettling.
He picked up the rusty water pipe from the ground and slowly approached Beatrice.
Beatrice pressed herself against the wall, her gaze falling onto the eagle emblem on his chest leather jacket.
It was him.
Brend!
The man paused for a moment and asked, “Do you know me?”
Beatrice immediately averted her gaze, shook her head, and pleaded with a trembling voice, “I really don’t know anything, why doesn’t Ms. Melendez believe me?”
She couldn’t recognize, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.
The
man laughed wildly and said, “Then you remember to
seek her life.“,
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Beatrice instinctively curled up her body, and almost simultaneously, the man in front of her crashed into the cabinet like a doll.
Rows of cabinets crashed to the ground, smashing the board that was blocking the window. The moonlight cast through the broken window, elongating the figure of the person in front. Blood dripped from his fist, staining the ruby jade ring an even deeper shade of crimson.
It was Caden.
Take a good look at the newcomer, Beatrice bit her pale lips and collapsed against the wall.
At the moment of
of falling, the body was lifted up horizontally by someone. The man with the helmet, upon seeing the situation, jumped out of the window and ran away. Caden walked out of the swimming pool holding Beatrice, while Keith approached with a serious expression.
“Sara ran away. All the surrounding surveillance was deleted, indicating that she must have received the news in advance.”
The only ones who were able to react so promptly were the Melendez family. Caden lowered his gaze and looked at the pale figure in his arms. Dressed in black from head to toe, he almost blended into the dark night. His handsome features exuded a chilling aura, and his ink–black eyes emitted a dangerous glimmer.
“The things were ready.”
“But Sir Baldwin…”
Keith looked
up and met Caden’s gaze, immediately holding his breath and nodding.
Hospital.
When Beatrice woke up again, her vision was still blurry, but she could feel that she had been cleaned by the nurse.
She felt so reassured by the smell of disinfectant for the first time.
“Woke woke up.”
up,
The moment she heard the sound, Beatrice’s pupils dilated, her blood froze for a few seconds, and then she abruptly sat up.
The needle, still in the process of infusion, pierced the skin directly, leaving a trace of blood. “Ah! Are you crazy? Lie down quickly! Austin, come over and reinsert the needle for the patient!” A figure wearing a white coat suddenly approached, pressing down on Beatrice’s arm and calling for a nurse to come and reinsert the needle.
“Let go! Let go of me! Get away!”
Beatrice’s parched throat roared with a broken voice, and her reaction was even more intense. Unable to use her hands, she lifted her foot and kicked the man directly in the abdomen. “Oh~~~ Uh~~ You… are too harsh, aren’t you?”
Brend held his stomach and looked down, he was very close to being wiped out.
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But even so, he did not release his grip on Beatrice’s pierced arm, fearing that the patient would cause further harm.
Caden hurriedly approached, forcefully pulling Brend aside, and grasped Beatrice’s injured hand, then embraced her tightly.
“Beatrice, it’s me, don’t move, don’t move… you will… get
He didn’t say.
eyes.
hurt.”
Her face was frozen, with her long eyelashes half–drooping, hiding the surging emotions in her She appeared calm, but her hand, placed tightly around her waist, tightened even more. Upon hearing the sound, Beatrice, although reluctant to admit it, instinctively felt saved at her most dangerous moment.
With complex emotions intertwining in her heart, she deflated and quietly leaned against Caden’s embrace.
The nurse
ran in and was startled to see Beatrice’s skin pierced by a needle. The pricking pain of the needle made Beatrice frown, and her breathing involuntarily became rapid.
The nurse said gently, “You drank dirty water, and I’m afraid your lungs might get infected. After taking this bottle of medicine, your breathing should improve a little. Don’t be afraid.” Beatrice really wanted to relax, but when she saw the nurse holding a needle, she still felt a bit resistant.
At that moment, a pair of hands blocked in front of her eyes.
Beatrice was slightly startled.
