Chapter 18


    “What… What are you going to do?” Gisele was on the floor, struggling to push Michael


    away.


    His eyes narrowed into a smile, and he started dragging her out by her ankles.


    “Don’t you like to jump off buildings? Why don’t I send you to keep your unborn childpany?”


    Her heart sank.


    On top of framing her for Collin’s death, Sierra was trying to make it look like she killed herself out of


    guilt? Were they trying to pin everything on her?


    A wave of despair washed over her. There were quite a number of staff in the courtyard downstairs.


    If she really jumped down, it would cause problems for both Bernard and the Meyer family.


    What a wicked scheme!


    Gisele kicked Michael’s hand away and tried to escape.


    He gritted his teeth from the pain and walked over menacingly.


    He pped her on the face and yelled, “You b*tch! I was being generous by letting you die in one


    piece. What else do you want?”


    Gisele fell to the floor limply. Her ears rang from his strikes.


    Michael tried to drag her outside by her legs again. He opened the door, only to be faced with


    Dorian.


    In a split moment, his face turned pale. He instinctively tried to shut the door again, but Dorian was


    quicker.


    He kicked the door open in one swift movement.


    Michael was hit by the door and immediately fell to the floor. He spat out a m*uthful of blood and


    subsequently fell unconscious.


    Dorian walked in and caught sight of the wounded Gisele. He promptly bent down to pick her up.


    “S–Save me… I don’t want to die,” she mumbled incoherently before passing out.


    His face darkened. He turned around and walked off with her in his arms. He went


    downstairs and headed straight toward the parking lot.


    Sierra was walking over with a bowl of medicine. Upon seeing his disappearing figure, she called


    after him hurriedly, “Try this, Don…”


    He was marching off in a hurry. It didn’t look like he had heard her. He ced Gisele in the car and


    swiftly drove off.


    Sierra clenched her fists subconsciously. A hint of anger shed across her pretty face. If she


    wasn’t mistaken, that had been Gisele in Dorian’s arms.


    Why had he gone upstairs?


    Her eyes filled with fury at the thought of two perfect opportunities being ruined.


    “Yo, you seem quite bothered by the fact that the married couple left together, Ms. McMin.”


    Bernard was holding an iced beer in one hand and a barbecued chicken wing in the other.


    With a refined air around him, topped off with a handsome face and a toned body, he could be


    doing anything at all and still be the center of attention.


    Sierra regained her usualposure and smiled sweetly. “Why so concerned, Mr. Murray?” She


    asked. “Do you like Gisele?”


    “Yeah, I do!” He didn’t deny it.


    He took a sip of his beer and narrowed his eyes slightly. He thenughed and said, “Who wouldn’t


    like a talented, beautiful woman with such a great personality?”


    Then, he paused. Aplicated expression shed on his face.


    “Of course, the Doge is blind to this. So, he’s an exception!” he added.


    Doge?


    A shocking realization dawned on Sierra. Was he referring to Dorian?


    They were silent for a brief moment before a nurse’s cry sounded from upstairs.


    “Someone died!” she yelled horrifically.


    “What happened?” Bernard immediately left his beer and chicken wings before promptly striding


    inside.


    He was then met with the nurse, who was slumped on the floor. Her legs had gone weak from


    shock.


    Sierra turned her head away. A sly grin made its way onto her face. She had only seeded


    halfway, but this was enough to send Gisele to the depths of hell.


    Bernard ran upstairs. The room was filled with an overbearing smell of incense, Michael was lying


    on the ground. The corner of his m*uth and the floor were both stained with blood.


    Bernard walked over to check if he was still breathing, and he was. However, when he walked over


    to check on Collin, his expression immediately soured.


    Collin was dead.


    The old man’s body was barely warm.


    Bernard thought about how Gisele had been carried off by Don. Something felt wrong.


    Even though he knew that she was Don’s wife, he had long known that Sierra was the one who


    got along with thetter.


    Gisele looked as though she was nothing but a stranger.


    “Call the cops! Don’t touch anything here. We’ll wait for the police toe over first,” he dered


    promptly.


    The show’s director walked over with a knitted expression.


    “Are we still shooting, Mr. Murray?” He asked.


    Collin had been fine earlier in the day. How could he have just died out of nowhere? The situation


    was incredibly sketchy, no matter how one looked at it.


    “Yes, we are! Not only do we need to document everything clearly, we need to get the surveince


    footage out in the open as well.”


    Bernard gave out the instructions in a low voice.


    The room had multiple cameras at different angles for easy editing post–filming. If someone had


    tried to frame Gisele, all the footage would be evidence to prove her innocence!


    Sierra rushed over in a hurry and started checking on Michael with a pale face.


    “I’m a doctor,” she said. “Mr. Lourdes is in a horrible condition. We need to send him to the hospital


    first.”


    No one dared to utter a word.


    Bernard nced at how phony she was and said coldly, “Since you’re a doctor, just tend to him


    here. We’ll send him to the hospital after the poli


    are done documenting the crime.


    scene.”


    There were signs of a fight in the room. Even though Michael was unconscious, but he hadn’t


    sustained heavy injuries.


    Bernard narrowed his eyes and stared at Sierra. Did she have something to do with this?


    Meanwhile, Bottan barhet orders after he carried title into the en, “Fake us back to


    tou had already hopped hate the car when he had notled Dorianing out with Gisele in


    Having received Borton’s instructions, Jon promptly stopped on the elerator. The car then sped


    into the night


    to the pitch ck vehicle, Dorian hold Cibsolo in his arms, Her body foli feverish, but she was


    He patted her chools lightly and said, “Citsole, wake up.”


    She looked as though she was asleep in his arms. The wounds from theshes were still bleeding,


    and the smell of blood filled the entire backseat.


    “No… D–Don’t hurt my baby.”


    She slowly woke up in a daze. Before even opening her eyes, she instinctively tried to protect her


    baby, who was already long gone.


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    The baby was something she yearned for. For three years, she had endured countless hardships


    and gone through endless checkups, injections, and medication in order to conceive


    But it was all gone now.


    Dorian cradled her and said gently, “Don’t be afraid. No one will hurt you.”


    In the dark of the night, Gisele opened her eyes dazedly. Being met with nothing but darkness


    made her extremely ufortable.


    She tried to get up to move away from Dorian’s embrace.


    “Don’t move!” He pressed her down.


    Her eyes reddened, and she choked out the words. “Why did you save me?”


    If he had gotten to her in time on the day of their third anniversary, would their baby still be alive


    now?


    Dorian froze at her question. He furrowed his brows and looked at her with a solemn expression.


    Her body ached, but she was surprisingly clear–headed. She reached out and held onto the