Chapter 385

Isadora called out, "Stop."

Terrell hit the brakes and glanced over at her. "What's wrong?"

Staring straight ahead, Isadora's voice was cool and distant. "Mr. Fawcett, I'm sorry, but I need you to get out."

Her words, paired with that frosty look, made everything suddenly clear.

Terrell realized she had only been using him.

A wry smile tugged at his lips.

So from beginning to end, this woman had never given him even the slightest chance—not even a crumb of hope to cling to.

Unable to help himself, Terrell asked quietly, "Isadora, do you really love him that much?"

Her lashes trembled. A single tear slid down her cheek. "Yes. I love him."

It was like a blade driven straight into his chest.

His hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

drive

it through. There are more important

beautiful exterior. But in

stronger than

Mercedes, leaving her in the driver's seat. She didn't look back, not even once, as she slid

the Mercedes purred to life

until the car vanished

***

Inside a

looked ashen, sweat beading on

face. "Mr. Fitzgerald, don't scare me like this! If something happens to you, what about everyone at Fitzgerald Group?

up. You're giving me a headache," Victor muttered, eyes closed,

the squeal of brakes echoed through the

car screeched to a halt beside

driver's seat, grabbed a medical kit, and

second, he

backseat, skin ghostly pale, lips

he was

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