She Killed My Ex

Chapter 62 Things I Didn't Want

Chapter 62 Things I Didn't Want

Anderson successfully proved that he could needle and transfuse people!

"I've told you. I'm a genius. This is too easy for me. I can do anything. Bentley, I'm telling you, it was condescending for me to work as a personal doctor for you. You should be grateful."

Anderson suddenly felt elated. Not to mention how he was holding back his feeling. Bentley was mean back then.

"I'll give you a raise."

Anderson was trying to insult him condescendingly, but Bentley replied with no emotions, "I'll give you a raise.".

Anderson was not short of money. If he cared about money, he would go back to the Gunner Group to be a playboy, the general manager, and help his father. That way money would come more easily. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Bentley, did you do it on purpose? I helped you to cure your little girlfriend, and you belittle me in return?"

Anderson was pissed off and said what he thought without thinking.

Now that was great!

Suddenly!

The atmosphere was tense, and the surrounding air was stagnant.

"Little girlfriend? Who are you talking about?" In a blink of an eye, Bentley's voice was cold.

After Anderson finished speaking, he also cursed himself. But seeing Bentley's cold appearance, he glanced at Caroline from the corner of his eye, who was sleeping on the sofa.

A wave of unreasonable anger rose, and he decided to flat it out,

"Who? Isn't it Caroline?"

Anderson sneered, "Bentley, don't try to deny it. Why do you care about her life and death if she is not your little girlfriend? Her fever is none of your business. Don't say that you're feeling sorry for her."

"Bentley, you may not know who you are. But I do know why Mr. President became so sympathetic."

"Besides, if she's not your little girlfriend. Why did you drive her by yourself to the hospital in the middle of the night? Cut the crap!"

Marissa felt that it was inappropriate for her to be here.

"Well, Mr. Shawn, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go," said Marissa.

"I'll leave you here with you. Keep an eye on her. If she wakes up, tell her that she has fainted, so you find an acquaintance to give her an intravenous drip."

Bentley's voice was cold as ice. He gave an order quickly and grabbed Anderson's arm. He pulled him out of the office and towards the stairwell.

"Let me go! Bentley, I warn you, if you don't let go, I will kick your ass."

Anderson was dragged straight to the stairwell by Bentley. While Anderson was threatening him, Bentley pushed him and said, "You want to beat me? OK, come on, make your move."

Bentley was warming up his muscles and bones. Anderson would curse himself: Fuck! Nobody wanted to fight him.

"Hey, take it easy. We can say anything."

Bentley's handsome face was even colder, he said, "Anderson, you knew better than anyone what happens between me and that woman."

Anderson knew that Bentley was reminding him not to talk about anything between Caroline and Bentley anymore.

"Then why do you care about her life or death? Is it your business?

Bentley looked unconcerned, and he opened his mouth and said, "Even if it is something that I dump, their life and death must be approved by me." The indifference of his eyes startled Anderson.

"So, Anderson, do you get it?" said Bentley.

Anderson looked at Bentley and was silent for a while. He raised his head again and said, "Ben, do you really think that you hate her that much?"

"She killed Winnie."

Only one sentence, Anderson had no words to refute.

She killed Winnie - that was enough to piss off Bentley.

"Everyone should atone for what he/she has done," Bentley said to Anderson indifferently, turned around, pushed the door, and left the stairwell.

The downstairs of the Royal Club, a Bentley stopped there. Bentley stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

He wore the Bluetooth, dialed a number, and said, "Cyrus, I'm on my way now."

A succinct and clear sentence, with words as precious as gold.

Bentley was in a bad mood, "very" bad!

What was wrong with Anderson? That guy talked nonsense all day.

Caroline was his little girlfriend?

Interesting.

On the driver's seat, the man's lip overflowed with a slight sneer. Did he care about her? That woman? Caroline?

Then, why did he take that woman to the hospital overnight?

In Bentley's mind, this doubt also occurred to him.

Although he was driving, he was still thinking and analyzing the answer to this question.

The only explanation was he didn't want to let that woman go so easily!

"A human life, only three years. It's too good for her." Arriving at the destination and stepping on the brake, these words flashed through Bentley's mind.

"Mr. Shawn, you're here." Cyrus was waiting at the door.

It was a warehouse.

"Where is she?" The man got out of the car, his long legs moved quickly, and asked Cyrus beside him.

"She's in there, I'll lead the way." Cyrus cut to the chase and took Bentley straight to the warehouse.

There was a small room inside. Cyrus pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Shawn, she was not behaving and kept making noise. We have no choice but to stuff her mouth and tie her up."

Bentley walked into the small room, where there was a girl in distress. A pitiful plea for mercy crossed the innocent beauty's eyes when she saw Bentley.

It made people feel sympathy for her because of her looks. If it was other men, they might show some mercy.

However, Bentley's handsome facial expression was not changed at all. He didn't even sit down, and his fingers moved a little.

Cyrus immediately understood and hurriedly went forward and silently pulled the cloth from her mouth.

"Ahem..."

While she coughed, on the other side, Cyrus handed Bentley a pair of black leather gloves adroitly. Bentley put on the black gloves with a neutral motion. It was just a simple gesture, but it was very elegant and dangerous for him to do it.

The cloth in her mouth was taken off, and Madison relaxed at once, but her mouth was stuffed for a long time, so she could not help coughing after the cloth in her mouth was pulled off, and her face turned red with coughing.

A pair of men's feet appeared in her sight. Madison paused. Suddenly, someone pinched her chin and lifted it strongly. She saw a pair of very dangerous eyes.

"I'm in a bad mood now and don't have much patience. Here is how it goes, when I ask you something, you'd better answer directly."

Madison's heart shuddered. His hand pinched her chin strongly and mercilessly, which made her very painful. Madison's tears spilled out.

"Why Caroline?"