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

orders, the assistant checked the girl's breathing and

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of three Lincolns to Berlidon

finished examining Parisa, cleaned her wound, and handed over an MRI script, "Miss. Tennyson, your assistant mentioned your migraines are acting up again. At this time of year, you need to take sedatives to avoid the torment of cluttered memories in

car accident, you should have

a concussion." The woman's

admission process and walked in. She gestured for him to take the MRI script, her expression slightly weary,

generously to the hospital each year, led the nurses out of

room quieted down, the assistant adjusting the IV drip speed, preparing the water and

hinting with a look towards Parisa, "Did you notice anything odd about

you

good sixty percent, especially around the brows and lips," the

slight tug at her lips, "Such a coincidence that she crashes into

with

face was stern, yet she

as consent, the assistant immediately said, "Then I'll go check on her now. She's severely injured, and the baby might not survive. If she did this deliberately to get close to you... then

are."

said nothing,

her lack of objection was all the

and left, "I'll get back to you

massaging her temples

memory was completely lost; she vaguely remembered having a child,

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Mary Medical's

the hallway, asking a nurse at the desk which room the girl was in. Alone, his sharp and calm gaze scanned

knocking, his lean frame paused, finding

called

it empty, except for a stack

A thousand euros.