Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Die Together

Jean sat in the car silently. She looked at her phone and glanced out of the windows several times before asking nonchalantly, “Aren’t we there yet?”

Ally quickly replied, “I think we are almost there. I’m not familiar with the region around here. Let me look at the map – oh no, I forgot to bring my phone with me.” “I see.” Jean passed her phone over. “You can use mine.” Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“Can I? Can you tell me your passcode then?” Ally asked innocently. “There’s no passcode at all.” Jean cocked her head toward the window. “Just go ahead and use it to check our location. Let me know once we’ve arrived.”

“Sure. Just take a good rest while I handle this.” Ally smiled widely. As soon as Jean closed her eyes, she immediately unlocked the phone.

Around ten minutes later, with several stops in between, Jean mumbled, “We should almost be there, right?”

She opened her eyes after that, but she realized that only she and the driver was left in the car. Ally had disappeared with her phone and her bag.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! How was she brought up by the Sans family? So what if she’s highly educated? She’s still an idiot after all.”

She turned around and gazed at the darkened surroundings. It was late evening now, and mist started to seep into the air around her. For a foreign traveler, it was easy for her to lose her way.

Ally must have thought that I can’t speak the local language, so she took my phone away and bribed the driver and some fighters. Unfortunately, I’m Jean – I’m not an idiot like her.

“Hey, send me back,” she instructed in French, sounding like a native speaker.

As she once prepared to study abroad at this place, she had learned the language here. Unexpectedly, it came handy on this day.

The driver froze for a brief moment after hearing her voice, but he quickly swore and slammed his foot on the accelerator pedal.

This is my turf, and she is just a weak woman. What can she do to me?

Thinking about the money he was about to get, and Jean’s beautiful face and body, the driver became even more excited.

However, a second later, a cold and sharp knife was pressed against his throat. It was not just a mere threat from Jean; she slid the knife across his skin harshly.

“You’re nuts!” the driver yelled.

smile before replying calmly, “Send me back to the hotel. You will

looked at the rearview mirror and saw her

“Let go–”

his throat. With a cold chuckle, she warned, “You’d better not play any tricks with me and drive

his thoughts

hotel, Jean asked him to

more blood flowed from his neck, he begged her fearfully, “Can you

better pray that Ally comes out soon. Once she

void of warmth, as though she was not afraid that he might die in the

Ally entered the car. It was only then that he

cover your wounds. You’d better not die in front of me; you would dirty

Instead, he leaned against the chair. As soon as

it was quite dark, Ally could not make out the

began her question in

she could finish speaking, she saw Jean holding the driver’s

“Aaah!”

of the car, and almost

ruthlessness on her

bad guy just now. It took me a great deal of effort to escape from

every word clearly enunciated, she asked, “How come you

Jean shoved the blade that she had used to

did not dare to yelp in pain. Instead, she looked

things to turn out this way. I-I-I’m just

at her. “I don’t believe a

please believe me! How would