Chapter 339 Fragments of Memory
The sharp edge of the glass was just a hair away from Harper's neck.
At that distance, it could easily pierce her main artery!
The two bodyguards behind her lunged forward, but they wouldn't make it in time.
Harper knew self-defense and could've dodged.
But when she saw Chloe's furious face coming at her, memories flooded her mind.
"Remember, you're just an abandoned stray dog..."
"Francis doesn't want you or the baby."
"If Francis hadn't left you to save me, your child might still be alive."
Voices of different women echoed in her head.
"He actually cares about you, willing to give $100 million."
"If Chloe hadn't misled me into kidnapping you..."
"I didn't expect he liked you more in his heart..."
Harper suddenly had a splitting headache! High-pitched noises filled her head!
She seemed frozen, watching the glass 'dagger' coming at her.
She heard the sound of flesh being pierced but felt nothing, her face pressed against a solid chest.
Her heart pounded, her body tightly protected by a pair of arms. Too tight to breathe. She slightly lifted her eyelids and saw Francis shielding her.
In that moment, the panic, fear, and worry in Francis's dark eyes were clear; he was genuinely anxious about her.
Francis loosened his grip a bit, looked her over, and hoarsely said, "It's okay now."
Seeing Harper still in a daze, he thought she was scared.
He gently patted her back and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you hurt?"
Harper pressed her lips together and softly said, "I'm fine."
A shrill scream rang out as Chloe was kicked by the bodyguards and pinned to the ground.
But she kept screaming, "I'll kill you, you bitch."
Francis's face darkened instantly. He turned around, his long legs striding closer step by step.
The light cast shadows on his chiseled features, making Chloe realize she was seeing a harbinger of hell.
His dark, deep eyes seemed like black holes, ready to crush her.
Chloe shivered, but the drug made her twist into grotesque shapes, like a dying snake.
Her ruined lips trembled, and she rasped, "Francis,"
His shiny black leather shoe stepped on Chloe's intact hand, grinding her fingers hard.
The surroundings fell silent, the sound of flesh and bones being crushed and Chloe's extreme squeals filled the air until her fingers were nearly flattened, and the shoe finally moved away.
Francis stood tall and broad, a cold, ruthless smile curling at his lips as he looked down at her. "Don't want to go to prison?"
Chloe's body started convulsing, but she understood. Her greed for freedom made her tears flow, and she shook her head frantically. As long as she wasn't locked up, she had a chance to bounce back!
A faint, sinister smile appeared on Francis's flawless face. "This is your choice; I'll grant it."
Francis tilted his head and ordered, "Take her to Whispering Willow Lane."
Chloe's hands and feet went limp, her eyes filled with terror! That place was a hub for sex trafficking.
It was the only lawless area in Northfield, and Francis was sending her there!
Chloe was utterly terrified, babbling incoherently, but the bodyguards quickly dragged her out.
She struggled desperately, her fingers leaving a long trail of blood on the ground. At this moment, everything was beyond redemption.
Harper could tell from Chloe's reaction that Whispering Willow Lane was definitely not a fun place.
But Chloe brought this upon herself.
Just then, Isla rushed in, her face full of anxiety. "Ms. Murphy, are you alright?"
Harper shook her head and saw Victor, who came in with Isla, had half of his face swollen.
She looked at Isla curiously.
Isla immediately spoke up, "Ms. Murphy, this pervert groped my chest, so I taught him a lesson."
Everyone's expressions changed.
Victor's un-swollen half of his face turned red. He had never seen a woman talk about this kind of thing out loud. And he didn't mean it.
Francis's deep, cold gaze turned to Victor, making his scalp tingle. He quickly explained, "It's not like that, I was just bringing her over, and she suddenly grabbed the steering wheel. I didn't notice and then..."
"You were clearly driving me around in circles," Isla said coldly, "My teacher said that when a man takes a woman around in circles, he must be up to no good."
Victor felt truly wronged.
He just wanted to give Francis and Harper more time together. How did that make him up to no good?
Victor glanced at Isla's figure and said resentfully, "Enough. I'm not interested in you."
Harper thought Victor deserved it.
Seeing Isla's eyes like flying daggers, Victor quickly changed the subject and looked at Francis. Just as he was about to speak, his voice tightened, "Mr. Getty, your shoulder..."
Everyone looked over and finally noticed that Francis's black suit was stained brown with blood.
Harper's face changed; it was clear that this injury was from blocking Chloe's attack earlier.
The wound was on his shoulder, and Francis had a high tolerance for pain, so he hadn't shown it.
Harper stepped forward to examine the wound closely, her voice tight. "Why didn't you say you were hurt?"
The urgency in her tone was evident.
Francis's heart stirred slightly, his voice becoming a bit hoarse, and he said, "It's nothing."
Harper looked at the bright red liquid on his suit, her eyes reddening, and frowned, "There's so much blood, and you say it's nothing."
She forgot their tense relationship, grabbed his wrist, and insisted, "Let's go to the hospital."
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