Chapter 1943 Take Away


    I knew it. Elisa''s heart sank.


    She lifted her gaze, attempting to negotiate with Mr. Carrerra.


    “It''s sufficient if I apany you,” Elisa replied firmly. “My friend here has no involvement in this affair,


    nor does she have any personal connections with you.”


    Rachel gently squeezed Elisa''s hand from behind. Elisa''s expression remained unchanged as if she


    didn''t feel a thing.


    Mr. Carrerra burst into heartyughter as he pointed at Elisa. “Well, well. You''re quite loyal, aren''t you?


    What a pity.” His tone changed abruptly. “No one is leaving today!”


    Mr. Carrerra raised his voice, drawing the curious gazes of those nearby. They regarded him with odd


    expressions, as though they were observing an unusual spectacle.


    Nevertheless, after locking eyes with Mr. Carrerra, they promptly averted their gaze.


    Legend had it that individuals who lived perilous lives were invariably apanied by a handful of


    wayward souls, bearing the lingering scent of mortality.


    Although Elisa didn''t feel oppressed, being next to Mr. Carrerra was indeed somewhat ufortable.


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    “So, there''s no room for negotiation?”


    Elisa''s indifferent tone was no longer as pleasant as before, making it hard to discern whether she was


    perturbed.


    Mr. Carrerra nodded, crossing his arms leisurely as he looked at Elisa. “Yes, no room for negotiation.”


    His expression seemed to say, “What can you do about that?”


    Elisa drew a deep breath, her fists tightening and then loosening.


    She had toe to terms with the fact that there was nothing she could do about Mr. Carrerra.


    The ce was teeming with people, making it all too easy for anyone there to be his hostage.


    She didn''t stand a chance against him.


    Elisa lowered her gaze, lost in thought for a moment.


    Mr. Carrerra disyed no sense of urgency, his gaze leisurely shifting between the two individuals.


    “Very well,” Elisa consented, a response that prompted Mr. Carrerra to arch his eyebrows, seemingly


    surprised by her quick agreement.


    Of course, he was also prepared for the possibility that Elisa might not agree.


    In unconventional circumstances, unconventional methods were employed.


    Mr. Carrerra patted his head and pointed toward the elevator. “Please go ahead.”


    Elisa held Rachel''s hand and walked past Mr. Carrerra.


    The elevator, which was originally quite spacious, now seemed somewhat cramped.


    Sensing that Rachel was slightly trembling, Elisa softlyforted, “It''s okay. Don''t worry, I''m here.”


    That being said, Elisa herself wasn''t very confident.


    She was someone who seldom experienced regret.


    She firmly believed that once a decision was reached, it was final.


    Regret proved to be fruitless; time wouldn''t rewind due to it, and the oue wouldn''t change.


    Eliso drew o deep breoth, her fists tightening ond then loosening.


    She hod toe to terms with the foct thot there wos nothing she could do obout Mr. Correrro.


    The ploce wos teeming with people, moking it oll too eosy for onyone there to be his hostoge.


    She didn''t stond o chonce ogoinst him.


    Eliso lowered her goze, lost in thought for o moment.


    Mr. Correrro disployed no sense of urgency, his goze leisurely shifting between the two individuols.


    “Very well,” Eliso consented, o response thot prompted Mr. Correrro to orch his eyebrows, seemingly


    surprised by her quick ogreement.


    Of course, he wos olso prepored for the possibility thot Eliso might not ogree.


    In unconventionol circumstonces, unconventionol methods were employed.


    Mr. Correrro potted his heod ond pointed toword the elevotor. “Pleose go oheod.”


    Eliso held Rochel''s hond ond wolked post Mr. Correrro.


    The elevotor, which wos originolly quite spocious, now seemed somewhot cromped.


    Sensing thot Rochel wos slightly trembling, Eliso softlyforted, “It''s okoy. Don''t worry, I''m here.”


    Thot being soid, Eliso herself wosn''t very confident.


    She wos someone who seldom experienced regret.


    She firmly believed thot once o decision wos reoched, it wos finol.


    Regret proved to be fruitless; time wouldn''t rewind due to it, ond the oue wouldn''t chonge.


    Yet, at that moment, she genuinelymented her oversight, the oversight of forgetting about such an


    individual.


    She regretted involving Rachel in Paul''s matters.


    I am too impatient. Mr. Carrerra is no saint; he''s a lunatic, an absolute and utter lunatic! You can never


    predict the actions of a lunatic once they lose their sanity.


    Elisa felt a chill go down her spine.


    The elevator soon arrived at basement level two. Mr. Carrerra led the way, with the other two closely


    trailing behind.


    Then they arrived at a van. To be precise, two ck extended vans.


    Seeing Mr. Carrerra approaching, the people in one car immediately opened the door and stepped out.


    All of them were men of towering stature, standing over one hundred and eighty centimeters tall,


    individuals who had experienced life-and-death situations alongside Mr. Carrerra.


    At a quick nce, there appeared to be almost ten people.


    Suddenly, Elisa felt somewhat relieved that she hadn''t impulsively chosen to resist earlier.


    If not, could she and Rachel still emerge from this unharmed? Would they bepelled to enter the


    van in their current upright stance, or would they be forcibly ushered into it?


    More importantly, what sort of unforeseen catastrophe might befall the unsuspecting patrons in the café


    they had just left?