Chapter 427
But even as Cordy kept shoving John off, she said, "Don't worry, that doesn't apply to me."
John kept holding on tightly to her, so she made herself very clear. "You just might be able to do it,
though."
John paused then, as something seemed to hit him right then.
He eased his hold on Cordy and stared at her for a while.
"It's exactly what you think," she told him and slithered out of his arms, swiftly walking up to Patrick.
The man was writhing in utter agony, though she almost saw him bleeding out of every orifice.
Cordy thought she was imagining it since it had not been that long, but as she put her hand on Patrick's
nostrils, she felt the vicious sensation of blood.
And from up close, she saw his eyes staring blankly into thin air while he bled out from his ears too...
How heavily did the Stuarts drug him? Were they trying to kill him?!
However, it made sense that the Stuarts had a backup measure in case they failed to kill them in the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcar crash. If they could at least made sure that she and Patrick had sexual relations, they would deny
John anything to fall back on.
They were certainly as savage as they were cunning!
"What's wrong, Mr. Stuart?" The chauffeur was horrified by Patrick's condition too.
He thought they had just managed to cheat death, only for Patrick to end up worse than that!
Did the crash rupture internal organs?
While the chauffeur was at a loss, John confirmed Partrick's condition and said flatly, "He's going to die
here if he isn't satiated."
"Where are his people? What's taking so long?" Cordy asked just then.
However, help might not even know where they were at the moment, since Patrick's phone must have
been crushed in the car crash.
Turning toward John then, she asked, "Well, what should we do now?”
There was no way they could let Patrick die here after they went through so much to save him!
John suddenly frowned. "What's that look for?"
He would rather die than do it with Patrick!
Cordy pursed her lips in turn, but she was definitely thinking that for a split second.
Fortunately...
She turned toward the chauffeur, who appeared flustered and helpless.
"You would do anything for Patrick, right?" she asked.
"Of course. I would willingly lay down my life for him," the chauffeur said bluntly.
Patrick certainly kept only loyal people around himself.
"Well, I don't need you to do that, but sacrifices must be made," Cordy said and leaned in to whisper
into the chauffeur's ear.
His eyes widened in disbelief at Cordy, but she shrugged and added very clearly, "It's either that, or
Patrick probably won't survive the night. I don't even have any idea when help would arrive."
The chauffeur remained hesitant, but Cordy did not wait for him to say yes. "We're going now. The rest
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When it came to such cases, one had to take it while the other dished it out.
At the same time, Cordy rose to her feet, prepared to leave.
However, just as she got up, she wobbled and started to fall.
She was spent, having pushed herself way past her limit.
If she had not shown composure and kept panicking throughout the chaos earlier, she would have long
since blacked out.
John reacted quick enough to catch her in his arms, and she did not struggle this time.
As she leaned over his chest, she felt as if he was covered in blood, but it might also just be his
warmth.
John in turn scooped her up in his arms, carrying her as he strode away and left, leaving Patrick with
his chauffeur.
Cordy did not pass out, however, but she was simply exhausted and very sleepy.
She would have rather walked on her own...