Chapter 1869


    The acrid smoke filled her lungs, leaving her as helpless as a fish on a cutting board, which was ready


    for the taking.


    If it weren''t for the disorienting fumes and herpleteck of weaponry, she could have easily slipped


    away with her skills.


    The car door swung open, and Ophelia, drained of strength, closed her eyes when she faintly heard


    someone calling out to her.


    “Ophelia??”


    It was a voiceden with urgency.


    “Ophelia??”


    The tone was tender and cautious.


    “Ophelia???”


    The very next moment, she felt herself being lifted.


    Who would be calling her Ophelia??


    Barely managing to pry her eyelids apart, she saw Sean''s face.


    Why was she thinking of Sean on the brink of death? It must be that this man left such a dark mark on


    her.


    “Snap out of it!!” Sean cradled Ophelia in his arms; seeing her eyelids drooping, his eyes were aze


    with a bloodthirsty frenzy.


    His underlings had already captured a dozen or so hitmen.


    Staring at the defeated thugs before him, he said with a voice thundering with fury, “What did you do to


    her??”


    Sean kicked the closest hitman, sending him flying several feet, “What the hell did you do to her??”


    Still, no answer.


    He brutally kicked another in the face, turning the man''s features into a bloody pulp. As the hitman fell,


    Sean delivered another savage kick to his head.


    The scene was gruesome; the remaining hitmen hadn''t anticipated the legendary Mr. Collins to be so


    violently unhinged.


    In the midst of this, Ophelia''s grip on Sean''s coat began to loosen, her hand falling limply to her side.


    Sean was frantic, “You can’t die! I haven’t confessed my love to you yet, and you haven’t agreed to be


    my girl; I forbid you to die, wake up!!”


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    Ophelia was just weak and craving for sleep, yet Sean''s absurd and imperious deration forced her


    eyes open once more. There he was, his face etched with urgency, even with a tinge of sorrow and


    distress.


    What was going on??


    Was Sean feeling sorry or upset for her? It couldn''t be that. He was thest person to cut her any ck,


    let alone showpassion.


    It must be the hallucinogenic effects of the smoke bomb.


    “Yes, that’s it, keep your eyes on me! It’s Sean!” He jostled the girl in his arms, “I like you, damn it, and


    you can’t die on me!”


    The underlings around him were taken aback – even Sean''s love confessions wereced with rage.


    Ophelia doubted her own ears.


    Sean liked her???


    What a ludicrous hallucination.


    Exhausted, she no longer wanted to waste energy pondering the impossible. She was about to close


    her eyes again when Sean bellowed, “You dare die on me, just try it??”