When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 578

“Get your ass back here!”

She yelled, then immediately feared attracting the attention of reporters and quickly slammed the door shut.

Recalling her assistant’s words, she dug through the chaos to find her phone.

The top trending news had changed – Bella denies Summer’s lineage.

Summer felt her strength leave her. At that moment, unable to focus on anything else, she instinctively dialed Mark’s number…

The call went unanswered until the cold, mechanical voice of the voicemail greeted her.

Summer, relentless, dialed again and again.

But each time, no answer, just the automatic hang–up.

“Argh!!!” Summer screamed in frustration and despair, and in a fit of rage, she threw her phone against the wall, shattering its screen.

This time, it wasn’t that Mark didn’t want to answer; he simply couldn’t.

was right in front of

legs casually propped up, showing none of the respect due to

only sit on a nearby

he was in no hurry, leisurely sipping his coffee, holding the

was determined to

his time. He picked up the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, fighting the urge to throw the hot liquid in Mark’s face.

tension between them was

Lucius approached, whispering to

searched everywhere, sparing no nook or cranny, and even employed devices for a thorough

Mark’s place, they had already searched everywhere he had been, his company,

“Nothing.”

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cold fury flashed

causing it to crack. Lucius subtly moved aside, not wanting to

someone

in his hand

flinch, calmly meeting Gregory’s gaze. “If you’re capable, kill me. But you’ll never find the antidote. I might as well tell you, your acupuncture might seem to have delayed the poison, but it hasn’t suppressed it. It’s almost fully integrated into her bloodstream by now. It’ll act within two days, and it’ll be excruciating. Gregory, don’t be so confident, as if everything is under your control. You don’t even know where this poison came from,

word, Gregory’s grip on the baseball bat tightened, the veins on his hands visibly throbbing

his voice as chilling as ice that hasn’t melted in a thousand years,