Free Web NovelChapter 498: Chapter 498: From This Moment On, I’ll Say I Love You (98)
As Mika Summers ran toward the riverbank, she saw a single car parked on the side of the road. She pulled out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and warily shone it into the car.
When Ian Shaw rushed over, he saw Mika’s actions. His face was grim as he pulled her tightly behind him, afraid something dangerous might emerge from the car.
After scanning the area and finding nothing, Mika Summers asked anxiously, "Where’s Tristan?"
"Let’s go back first!" Ian Shaw said coldly, lowering his hand, his expression stern.
Hearing Ian Shaw’s words, Mika Summers grew furious. "Go back? I’m not going anywhere until I find Tristan."
"How are you going to find out where Tristan is if you don’t go back?" Ian Shaw grabbed Mika Summers’s arm and began to drag her away.
When they reached the car, Ian Shaw pulled open the door and had Mika Summers get in first. As soon as she was inside, he immediately locked the doors. Watching the furious woman pound on the window, he said with a smirk, "You just stay here quietly and stop holding us back. But don’t worry, Tristan will be fine." He had to lock Mika in here, both for her own safety and to make it easier for the rest of them to take action.
Ian Shaw turned, stuck his hands in his pockets, and took a few steps. A large truck pulled up, and he vaulted onto it. Raising a hand, he gave Mika Summers a wave.
Seeing this, Mika Summers pounded on the window, frantic and furious, shouting, "Ian Shaw, you bastard! Let me out!"
But there was no way that bastard Ian Shaw could hear her; he had already left with the rest of the group.
Mika Summers was left all alone. She sank back into her seat, pressing a hand to her anxious heart...
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After being knocked unconscious, Tristan Grayson was jolted awake by a splash of water. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a woman lying bound on the floor.
When the woman saw Tristan Grayson wake up, tears streamed down her face. She choked out, "Tristan, you’re awake."
Tristan Grayson nodded. He raised a hand to rub his aching head and began to stand up. But just as he got to his feet, a heavy blow struck his back. The brutal impact sent him crashing to his knees.
"Ah! Tristan!" Aria Joyce screamed in terror.
"..." Tristan Grayson merely furrowed his brow, his expression as cold as ice.
The man looked at the now-broken club, then stroked his chin as he walked over to Tristan Grayson. He stared down at the pathetic figure kneeling on the ground and said with a cold laugh, "Tristan Grayson. We meet again."
Enduring the pain, Tristan Grayson forced himself to his feet. He glanced at the woman on the floor, his eyes cold, and said icily, "I’m here now. Can you let her go?"
"Sure," the man answered with a mocking sneer, pulling a dagger from his waistband and brandishing it. "After you’re dead."
Tristan Grayson looked at the dagger in the man’s hand and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "It’s not that hard to kill me. But you have to let her go first."
"Tristan, I don’t want to go! I want to stay with you," Aria Joyce said urgently. Hearing Tristan Grayson’s words seemed to have dispelled some of her fear, and her tone was firm.
The moment Aria Joyce finished speaking, Gia Miller walked over, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. She threw the butt to the ground, crushed it under her foot, and then hauled Aria Joyce up from the floor. A smirk played on her lips as she said, "Well, if Miss Joyce doesn’t want to leave, then she can stay."
