Chapter 397: Chapter 397: A Love with Nowhere to Go
Half an hour later, the car arrived at an abandoned factory in Weslyn.
"Didn’t you say you were taking me to see Tristan Grayson? What are you bringing me here for?" Mika Summers recognized this place. Her expression turned grim, and a sense of unease began to creep into her heart. ’Was I tricked by Gia Miller?’
Gia Miller, however, just curled her lip in a sneer. She pulled a mirror from the bag behind her and began to remove her makeup.
When she was done, a small, sallow face was revealed...
Gia Miller noticed Mika Summers staring at her. She turned and shot Mika a vicious glare, roaring, "I used to be just like you!" Countless people used to envy her figure and looks...
But these people had turned her into this... this wreck...
Mika Summers frowned. "Gia Miller, you’re out of prison now. You should be trying to live a good life. Why are you still so stubborn?"
"Me, stubborn? You people ruined me like this, and you expect me to just let you go?" Gia Miller found the woman’s words laughable.
The only reason she was still alive, the only reason she had tried everything to get out, was for revenge...
"I don’t care what you say. No matter what, you’re dead today." Gia Miller casually tossed the mirror aside, opened the car door, and dragged Mika Summers out of the vehicle.
Gia Miller looked incredibly frail, so thin she was almost a skeleton, yet Mika Summers couldn’t break free. The arm Gia gripped ached with a sharp, searing pain...
Gia Miller forcibly dragged Mika Summers through the iron gate and headed inside.
As they neared the doorway of the building, they could hear voices from within.
"This guy... I thought he was supposed to be tough. I didn’t expect him to go down in just a few hits."
...
Hearing the voices, Mika Summers stopped in her tracks, her face turning pale.
Seeing her stop, Gia Miller angrily shoved her away, then kicked her, sending her stumbling inside.
"Ah!" Mika Summers cried out in pain from Gia Miller’s kick.
But before the sound even faded, before she could think of retaliating, her eyes widened in horror at the sight of a man lying on the floor.
The man was on the ground, clutching his abdomen. A large patch of blood stained his white shirt. He looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. He pushed himself up, struggling to his feet...
Seeing him sway, Mika Summers ran to his side, her voice trembling. "Tristan Grayson! Are you okay?"
"I’m fine, and you will be too..." Tristan Grayson pulled Mika Summers behind him, shielding her protectively.
Gia Miller saw that Tristan Grayson hadn’t even spared her a glance, instead focusing entirely on protecting that woman.
An unbearable pain shot through her heart, and the hatred in her eyes deepened. "Tristan Grayson, you can’t even save yourself. You still want to protect this woman?"
"Gia Miller, I’m warning you, it’s not too late to turn back."
"Turn back? Heh... How ridiculous..." ’Can I turn back? After they’ve done this to me, is turning back even an option? If I don’t kill every last one of them, I won’t be able to rest in peace, even in death!’
At that thought, Gia Miller shot a vicious look at the other men. "Tie them both up! I’ll be merciful today and let you die together, like a pair of star-crossed lovers."
Hearing this, the men dragged some ropes out from under the bed and walked toward Mika Summers and Tristan Grayson. Seeing them approach, Tristan turned and pulled Mika into a tight embrace, his voice low and hoarse. "In a moment, you need to run. Don’t worry about me."
Mika Summers felt her eyes sting with tears, and her heart ached terribly. Before she could say a word, Tristan Grayson had already let her go and charged at the men, starting a fight.
But Tristan Grayson was already injured, so it only took a couple of moves before he was back on the ground. One of the men, his face twisted in a snarl, roared, "Tristan Grayson, you one-handed piece of trash! You’re fucking asking for it!" With that, the man raised his foot to stomp on Tristan’s right hand...
