The impact triggered the car’s airbags, knocking Grace into her seat. She lost control of the car as she was pinned between the airbag and her seat.

The car’s front end caved into itself, and the car was thrown into the middle of the road before

.coming to a stop.

However, the dump truck backed up a little before crashing into the car again. Then, it sped away. This was cold–blooded murder.

The reporters who had been following them didn’t dare approach the car for fear that there would be a gas leak and that the resulting explosion would hurt them.

Only a handful still had enough sense to call an ambulance with trembling hands. As the dust settled, a black Bentley arrived.

The man who got out was handsome but frowning. He ran toward the ruined car. His slender

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The reporters quickly began snapping photos and trying to get a better look. “Why does that man look so familiar?”

“That’s Xander Fulton!”

“It’s Xander Fulton of Fulton Group!”

around the back of her neck, and she could

“Gracie!”

calling for

for that anxious call. Grace could feel her eyelids getting heavier. In the light,

had rushed toward the wreck like a savior

Grace out.

chest and listened to his strong heartbeat. It

Caleb…” she said with the last of her

her wounds. His voice soothed her until she couldn’t

a hospital, Caleb only had a

But Grace…

operation theater worriedly. When the surgeon walked out

will need an immediate

the corner and replied in a calm, .self–assured voice, “Take mine. My blood type

been drinking. Fortunately, Larry had

Every second he wasted meant a lower chance of survival

blood typé is an incredibly rare Type RhD negative. Normal blood types

froze. “So

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about your

I can smell the alcohol on you! Even if she did have a normal blood type, your blood would be

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