Chapter 468 Hope She Dies

It wasn't until he walked out of this luxurious and spacious office that the man dared to show a pale face of pain.

Holding down his dangling arm and humming, he rushed into the lounge next to the elevator, slowly slid down against the wall, rolled his eyes and said weakly,
"You should call me a doctor!"

The indoor air is quiet.

Four good-looking men and women sat on the sofa, high stools, and even glass tables, playing their own games without saying a word.

A vein twitched on the man's forehead, and when he was about to explode, someone finally spoke.

A strange, slightly hoarse sexy female voice sounded slowly,
"How are you still alive?"

"..."

There is absolutely real doubt in these words.

The woman was really wondering why he wasn't dead.

And after these words, the other people in the room finally turned their attention.

"Ask the same question" was written brightly in his eyes.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched violently. He wanted to swear, but was suppressed by the severe pain in his arm. What he said finally turned into a half-dead self-mockery.

"I still have ten days of probation. If I still can't find Chuyang, I will really die."

The woman who asked the question at the beginning stood up with a click, walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder,

"Okay, the organization will remember your sacrifice."

"At that time, I will give you a wreath as a friendly gift, with champagne roses, what do you think?"

The woman giggled, stretched out her hand to put on her sunglasses, and walked out of the lounge gracefully on stiletto heels.

Beauty always leaves a deep impression on people.

If half a month ago in the late night at the Imperial Capital International Airport, the man who tried to strike up a conversation but was ignored was here, he would have instantly recognized this familiar and extremely sexy woman.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground gracefully faded away.

The man turned to look at the others,
"What does she mean? She doesn't have any love for her compatriots, so she just wants to see me die?"

"She didn't want to see you die,"

A blond teenager who was playing tarot said cheerfully,

"She wanted the other dead."

The man's pupils constricted instantly, and his first reaction was not to answer, but to quickly scan to the monitor with the red light on in the corridor outside the door.

"There is no sound at this distance."

The blond boy smiled and drew a card, looked up at the man with a pair of blue eyes,

"Guess what it is."

Without waiting for the man to answer, he turned over the cards and showed a big smile to the man.
"It's the god of death!"

On the gray card, Death is riding a horse and holding a banner, on which is a black rose that symbolizes life.

The boy bared his big white teeth, making his delicate and harmless face look extraordinarily strange.
"Actually, I want her to die too."

"It's just a drag anyway."

The young man bounced around holding the card and left.

The man sat there for a while, looked at the remaining two people and asked in a daze,
"Do you think so too?"

No answer by default.

He gritted his teeth and stood up against the wall.
"I will definitely find her! Even if it's for the boss, I will definitely find her!"

"Are you just thinking about your own life?"

The man suddenly stopped, and turned around with gloomy eyes.

The woman's curly hair is fluffy, and there is a mocking smile on a gorgeous face belonging to the oriental people.
"Don't say it's for the boss, who doesn't know that Chuyang is just a drag on the boss's plan."

"Usually everyone treats Chu Yang well just to show the boss, no one really likes her at all."

"Chuyang is the only family member left by the boss," the man looked down at the woman,

"Who do you think will be the most painful person if Chuyang really dies?"

"Aren't we still here?"

The woman smiled faintly with curly hair, but was interrupted by a cold snort of contempt.

The man looked at her indifferently and said,

"You're exaggerating, we people are just tools to the boss."

"And you, the loser from the imperial capital—Miss Wei Lan, you're not even a tool."

"Who gave you the courage to call yourself the boss?"

The man turned and left, and the woman sat there with a livid face, not moving for a long time.

 Remember that girl with sunglasses?If you forgot, go to chapter 380...
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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