I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 398

The driver was already suspicious of them. In order to prevent causing unnecessary trouble or attracting unwanted attention, Queenie did not speak to Ron throughout the entire journey. Likewise, Ron kept his head lowered so that his baseball cap blocked most of his face from view.

When the cab finally arrived at the destination and came to a stop, they got out of the car together.

Ron walked in front and stood motionlessly at an intersection next to a hotel. There was nobody in their surroundings.

As soon as he turned around, Queenie hurriedly asked, "Ron, have you seen the note I left you?"

He nodded. "What happened?"

She sounded very anxious. "Where have you been? That goes for my father too! He hasn't been home all this while."

"Queenie, Mr. Wojzicki is…"

"Forget it. That's not important right now. We can talk about it later." She interrupted him and continued, "Ron, I'm in great trouble. You need to help me! You're the only person who can help me now!"

Hence, he was forced to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue once more. "Speak."

Ten minutes later, Elliot was preparing a bottle of red wine in the hotel room when he suddenly heard the doorbell. He immediately put the wine glass down and opened the door while humming cheerfully. "You sure were quick…"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the man fully dressed in black standing outside the door.

He scowled fiercely at the sight. "Who are you looking for?"

At the same time, the man slowly raised his gaze. His eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.

Elliot immediately sensed that something was wrong. The man kicked him in the stomach just as he was about to call for help. He slammed against the wall with great force and collapsed to the ground.

He clutched at his stomach and curled up in pain. The pain was so great that he couldn't make a single sound.

Meanwhile, Ron closed the door behind him. He dragged Elliot by the hair and walked into the hotel room. Elliot's screams were gradually drowned out by the music in the room.

In the short exchange just now, Elliot was keenly aware that he was no match for this man. Therefore, he hurriedly begged for mercy. "Did that b*tch Queenie send you? How much did she offer you? I will pay you double, no… triple! I will give you however much you want!"

Ron casually picked up the ashtray from the table and smashed the ashtray against Elliot's head without any hesitation.

The man who had been trying to bargain just now immediately collapsed to the ground without a sound.

Ron picked up Elliot's phone from the couch and searched the room. After he found several discs, he swiftly departed.

Every single moment that Queenie spent waiting downstairs felt like the most torturous time in her life.

When she finally waited until Ron came back downstairs, she immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "Ron, how is it?"

Ron took out the phone and the discs from his pocket and handed them to her.

She took them from him with shaky hands. "Is this everything?"

"That's everything."

She breathed a sigh of relief. But then, she seemed to remember something and inquired, "You haven't seen the video, right?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Good."

When she put the stuff in her bag, she noticed the blood dripping from his body. Hence, she instinctively took a step back with a horrified expression on her face.

He looked down. "It's from my injury."

She probed, "Then… Those people were stalking me earlier… Were they there because of you?"

"They probably found out about our relationship, so they followed you hoping to capture me."

She abruptly widened her eyes in shock. "Then, why did you come looking for me? What if they knew that we had met? What will I do?"

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say in response.

Meanwhile, she glanced around worriedly and frantically urged him to leave. "Hurry up and go. Don't come looking for me again in the future."

When he remained motionless, the anxiety in her heart climbed even higher. She was deathly afraid that somebody might learn that they were in contact, so she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Queenie." He called out to her. As he looked at her retreating back, he asked, "Aren't you worried about Mr. Wojzicki's current condition?"

Every little thing had been an annoyance to her recently. Before she could feel relieved after Ron got rid of Elliot, she learned that Ron had brought more trouble down on her. Therefore, she was currently at the peak of her rage. "Why should I care about him? I'm already drowning in my own affairs. Who would care about me?"

He did not say another word, and she left in a hurry.

When Queenie returned home, she smashed Elliot's phone and all the other discs to pieces as though destroying these items would finally allow her to release some of her anger and stress.

Now that Elliot was dead and these recordings had been destroyed, nobody else in the world could threaten her from now on.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to her, Elliot had avoided Ron's lethal blow and survived the ordeal.

Elliot was unconscious inside the hotel room for approximately an hour. When he finally regained consciousness, he endured the excruciating pain coming from his body and stood up. He initially wanted to use his phone to file a police report, but his phone was nowhere to be found inside the hotel room.

As he leaned against the wall for support, he slowly fumbled out of the hotel room. He vaguely saw somebody in front of him, but he collapsed to the ground before he could make a single sound.

The hotel staff was frightened out of their wits when they saw that his face was covered in blood. They didn't dare to delay a moment longer as they immediately called for an ambulance and filed a police report.

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The helicopter landed in Cloudpoint at 10.00PM.

Leanna opened her eyes blearily and glanced at the time, only to realize that several hours had gone by.