Chapter 1661 Let You Die with Me
Nicholas's words cut deep, but Alan was past caring.
His "cold" had gotten worse, his body felt like hell, and a blood test at Crestonvale Hospital confirmed he'd been poisoned. He was in shock.
Before he could confront Nicholas, Nicholas's men had grabbed him.
During their confrontation, Nicholas laid it all out and demanded Alan sign a stock transfer agreement. When Alan refused, Nicholas coldly shot one of Alan's men right in front of him.
Alan was left completely stunned.
He knew Nicholas was ambitious and shady, but he hadn't expected this level of insanity.
So, how could Alan possibly trust anything Nicholas said now?
"Sign it," Nicholas demanded again, frowning. "Sign it, and you can keep being Mr. Clemens in peace. Otherwise..."
He nudged the two bodies on the floor with his toe, his eyes icy and threatening. "You know what happens."
Alan glared at Nicholas, his anger almost bursting from his eyes, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.
But he didn't lash out because he knew he couldn't take Nicholas right now.
If he didn't sign, he wouldn't leave this study alive today.
So, Alan swallowed his rage, picked up the pen with his blood-stained hand, and signed "Micah" on the stock transfer agreement.
"Excellent!" Nicholas smiled with satisfaction. "No wonder you practiced that signature for half a year. It looks just like Micah's."
Alan said nothing, just glared at him with hatred.
"Take your husband to clean up. He'll stay here tonight," Nicholas instructed Olivia.
"Got it, Dad," Olivia replied, then looked coldly at Alan. "Let's go."
Alan glanced at the two bodies, feeling a pang of guilt, but quickly looked away and followed Olivia out.
The subordinates and servants outside weren't surprised to see Alan covered in blood; they were used to it.
Even the cleaning staff just glanced at him calmly and continued their work.
It was clear that such incidents were common in the Graham Family.
Olivia led Alan to her room, ordered someone to help him bathe and change, and then sat in the small sitting room, drinking.
At that moment, Olivia's mind was a whirlwind of complex emotions, weighing the pros and cons, assessing the situation.
Her brain was like a computer, rapidly calculating the consequences of two choices, trying to determine the right one.
"Get out!"
Alan emerged from the bathroom, still seething with anger.
The maids quickly bowed their heads and left.
Now, only Alan and Olivia were in the room. Alan held a glass of wine and slowly walked toward her.
The atmosphere was dangerously tense.
Olivia frowned and stood up to leave, but Alan suddenly lunged at her like a beast, pinning her to the sofa, his voice filled with rage.
"Your father made you marry me to inherit my wealth and then let me die from the poison. I'm telling you, even if I die, I'll take you with me."
With that, he began to strangle Olivia, his eyes full of murderous intent, as if he wanted to kill her.
"Ugh, ugh!"
Olivia struggled desperately, but she couldn't overpower a strong man and couldn't break free.
Just as she was about to suffocate, her frantic hand found something, and she grabbed it and smashed it against Alan's head.
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