Chapter 577

When the black Cayenne screeched to a halt in front of the troubled overpass, Brandon had already stepped out of the car with a stony expression, marching to the rear door to yank it open. Bending over, his hand snapped accurately onto Marian's arm.

Marian was petrified, frantically shaking her head and struggling, refusing to get out of the car. But did Brandon care whether she wanted to or not? He wasn't even worried about dislocating her arm. His grip was like a vice on her shoulder, and with a sudden forceful move, he hoisted her right out of the car.

"Help, somebody help me!"

Marian's instinctive scream only fueled Brandon's rage. His grip on her shoulder tightened in a flash.

Bone-crushing pain shot through her. In the biting cold of winter, Marian was sweating bullets from the pain.

Brandon didn't loosen his iron grip; instead, he just stood there, staring at her with bloodshot eyes, his gaze savage and bloodthirsty.

"She didn't even have a chance to cry for help!"

Brandon's eyes were locked on her as he spat out each word with icy

detachment, his grip intensifying once more, as if he wanted to crush her bones to dust.

Marian's face went white with pain, so intense she couldn't even make a sound, yet she looked at Brandon with a mix of grievance and innocence, "What does this have to do with me?"

"You think without evidence I can't touch you?"

the corner of Brandon's mouth, and with a sudden push forward

planned, only imagining that he might throw her off the bridge, just like Sophia had been. Pure terror and the instinct to survive made her

aid were abruptly muffled by the coat stuffed into her mouth. Brandon, mercilessly, stuffed the hem of her coat into her

free, she couldn't run, and she couldn't scream. A

eyes as she shook her head vigorously, trying to awaken some sense of reason in Brandon. But

finally caught up, looked up to see Brandon emotionlessly dragging Marian up towards the bridge. His whole demeanor

park properly before he flung open the car door and chased after him, "Don't do anything rash;

those who care and please the haters," Martin jumped out of the car and shouted

Brandon, as if blind and deaf to them, continued to drag the desperately resisting

up the steps to catch up. Brandon brought Marian to the spot where Sophia had fallen into

face as she

icy, "Did you ever think

the coat in her mouth, Marian

coat from her mouth. Marian gasped for air, desperately

twisted into a cold smirk, his eyes scanning the bridge where a rope. used for fifting building materials lay. He walked over,

Brandon was plotting, watched him with terror. The latter dragged the rope and walked over to her. Without warning, Brandon crouched down, twined it around her

your mind?" Marian cried out in alarm, trying to break free,

up, his eyes boring into her, "Marian, you betting

coat again, ruthlessly stuffed it back into her mouth, and without a hint of politeness, shoved

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