Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 994

"You..." The assistant gaped for a second, his throat tightening as he instinctively turned to look at the stunning face of the CEO, exclaiming in surprise, "Miss. Tennyson!" In that moment, Parisa's usually calm and cold gaze fiercely froze.

She had obviously seen it too-the girl who had looked up, revealing a set of features startlingly similar to her own!

Who was she? A girl whose face clashed with her own.

An unusual feeling rushed through Parisa, her cool gaze about to take a closer look when, amidst the chaos, three thugs suddenly charged towards the girl!

The leader, brandishing a small pistol, his face twisted into a ferocious snarl as if intent on shooting the girl in the head.

The girl's stomach was visibly swollen, blood streaming beneath her skirt. Was she pregnant?

Parisa's brows furrowed in a cold twist. Despite her usually indifferent emotions, for some reason, her heart skipped a beat. Acting faster than thought, she kicked towards the thug.

The assistant realized the CEO had intervened and was startled. Dropping the girl he was about to help up, his gaze turned icy as he immediately stepped in front of Parisa to shield her, "You're of high value, Miss. Tennyson, please step back!" With a whistle, a row of security guards surged out from Inko.

"Protect Miss. Tennyson!" the assistant shouted.

Seeing a wave of people rushing towards them, the leader kicked the fallen girl in the head, spitting viciously, "Someone's paying us to not let you go!"

They ran off immediately!

"Miss. Tennyson, are you alright?" the assistant turned, seeing Parisa holding her arm, his expression changing, "Are you hurt?"

Parisa loosened her pale hand, blood flowing from a somewhat deep wound on her arm.

"You need to go to the hospital. Security, get the car ready!" the assistant ordered the surrounding security.

Without a word, Parisa glanced at the unconscious girl on the ground and as she turned to get into the car, she lightly lifted her chin, "She might lose the baby, take her to the hospital too."

The assistant frowned, considering the girl's suspicious arrival had dragged the CEO into a personal vendetta.

But what was more astonishing was the girl's familiar face.

CEO had

girl's breathing

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a convoy of three Lincolns to Berlidon

specialist finished examining Parisa, cleaned her wound, and handed over an MRI script, "Miss. Tennyson, your assistant mentioned your migraines

car accident, you should have a brain

have a concussion." The

assistant finished the hospital admission process and walked in. She gestured for him to take the MRI

CEO who donates generously to the hospital each year,

the assistant adjusting the IV drip speed, preparing

look towards Parisa, "Did you notice

what are you

especially around the brows and lips," the assistant gestured, meaning unclear,

Parisa's tone was bland, but a sharpness flashed in her eyes, a slight tug at her lips, "Such a coincidence that she crashes

this girl crashing into your car had ill intentions?" The assistant, with his special agent background, understood the high-level paranoia of

face was stern,

not survive. If she did this deliberately to get close to you... then I

are."

still said nothing, lost

lack of objection was all the consent

nodded and left, "I'll get back to

temples as she slowly closed her

having a child, but couldn't recall

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Mary Medical's surgical

desk which room the girl was in. Alone, his sharp and calm gaze scanned

upon knocking, his lean frame paused, finding

called out,

empty, except for a stack

A thousand euros.