Looking at Loredana’ calm face, Sampson lost control and shouted, “Wake up! Is he not afraid that I will die with you and we will be a ghost couple?”
“He’s crazy!” Armand gritted his teeth in anger, “He might really do that. He had the bomb on him and obviously wanted to die with us.”
Cormac still kept silent, like an extremely patient cheetah, waiting for the opportunity to take his prey down in one shot.
Loredana continued, “What you want is me. It’s personal and it should be settled by us. You holding an old woman hostage will only make me hate you more!” Sampson’s eyes went red, “What did you say?!”
He was shocked and couldn’t suppress his frustration, “You hate me?! Haha… you hate me?!” His smile suddenly disappeared and his face distorted, “I’m too stupid to obey you in everything. You’re with Cormac because he slept with you, right? Do you love him? No, you don’t love him. You’re only with him for the sake of your two kids. You love me! If I had slept with you in spite of your rejection, you would be with me right now. In the end, it’s me who indulged you too much.”
Even lunatic couldn’t describe Sampson now. He was so crazy and horrible that even his mind and logic were not normal.
Loredana’ hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists, “I’m here. You let go of Mrs. Leslie.”
Sampson lowered his head. Mrs. Leslie was old. Perhaps because she was frightened, she kept trembling and couldn’t say anything.
Armand was anxious, “Shit, he’s a psychiatrist! He’s much scarier than a normal person when he’s sick.”
“Sampson, what do you want!” Loredana got impatient. She felt that Mrs. Leslie was not doing well.
She was so old that she couldn’t stand this.
“Give me a car.” No one wanted to die, and neither did he. He put the bomb on his body just to save his life. Only when he couldn’t escape did he choose to die with them.
Now he had a hostage, one that was very important to them, so he had a chance to escape.
“Give him a car,” Armand said and looked at Cormac. He didn’t say anything, so he acquiesced.
Soon, the bodyguard drove a car over. He was about to pass the key and try to rescue Mrs. Leslie while he had the chance, but Sampson wasn’t stupid. He shouted, “Don’t come any closer.” The bodyguard said, “How am I supposed to give you the car key if I don’t come closer?”
“Give it to Lola,” he said, strangling Mrs. Leslie and looking warily at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment. It was Loredana who came over and took the key first.
“Get in the car. You drive. Don’t even think about escaping, or I’ll kill her,” Sampson threatened.
Loredana gave him a glance. Then she turned around, got in the car, and started it. Sampson dragged Mrs. Leslie into the car and sat in the back seat. He looked at Loredana, “Drive to the south.” He had Mrs. Leslie, so Loredana had to do what he said.
Sampson felt that Loredana deliberately slowed down the car, and he gave Mrs. Leslie a hard slap, who was instantly unconscious without screaming in pain.
But Loredana heard the slap. She turned around and saw Sampson’s grim expression and the slap mark on Mrs. Leslie’s face.
Loredana was irritated. She didn’t expect Sampson to be so crazy as to abuse even the old people.
Sampson stared grimly at Loredana, “I said no tricks. Or I’ll kill her! Drive faster.”
Loredana bit her lip and put the pedal to the metal.
The car was like an arrow the moment Loredana stepped on the gas pedal.
It left an unpleasant smell of exhaust fumes.
“Turn to the right,” Sampson gave directions.
Loredana sensed his intentions. He wanted to get on the highway. If they got on the highway, it would be difficult for them to control him. And it was easy to get into the accident on the highway. She said calmly, “You just want me. Let Mrs. Leslie go. She’s a burden to you and an obstacle to your escape. It’s the same for you to hold me hostage.”
Sampson said coldly, “Drive your car.”
“You only want me, don’t you? Why do you still keep Mrs. Leslie when I’m willing to go with you? She’s in a coma. Aren’t you afraid that she’ll die? When that happens, you’ll be a murderer.” “Even if I let her go, will Cormac let me go?”
Yes, if Cormac caught him this time, he would not let him go.
“Why do you stop talking?” Sampson sneered.
“You won’t let her go, will you?” Loredana’ voice also went cold. Since he wouldn’t let Mrs. Leslie go, she had to do it the hard way, “There’s a steep slope ahead, so let’s die together.” “Are you crazy?!” Sampson’s eyes widened.
“Yes, I’m crazy. I’m driven crazy by you.” Loredana was surprisingly calm. When she almost reached the steep slope ahead, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, “Let’s end our feud here today.” She turned the steering wheel —-
“Wait.”
Loredana was waiting for this word from him.
Crunch —-
The tires rubbed the ground with a harsh sound. A long brake mark was left on the ground.
Sampson broke out in a cold sweat, “I’ll throw her out.”
Even without Mrs. Leslie, he could still have Loredana as his bargaining chip.
He pushed open the car door. To prevent Loredana from escaping, he unbuckled his belt and tied Loredana’ hands in his hands. Then, he kicked Mrs. Leslie out of the car. Loredana was enraged by Sampson’s rude behavior. She opened the car door and kicked it shut, leaving Sampson’s belt caught in the gap. Sampson panicked and immediately shouted, “Get in.”
Loredana didn’t move. Sampson, enraged, opened the car door and jumped down. He grabbed Loredana by the neck, “Do you want to die? Is that what you want?”
Loredana saw someone approaching them from the corner of her eye.
She smiled and said through clenched teeth, “If I die, you won’t survive.”
The wind was so strong that it muffled her voice.
Sampson still heard her, “Haha…”
He laughed wildly, “I won’t let you die. I want you to stay by my side forever. Even if you die, you must be my ghost …”
Boom!
With a muffled “thump” sound, Sampson Herbert’s eyes widened, and he slowly turned around. In the darkness, there was a tall figure shrouded by the streetlights. His coat fluttered wildly in the wind. He stood still as if his feet were nailed on the ground. No matter how hard the wind blew, he didn’t falter. He held a gun in his hand and looked arrogant.
Sampson’s eyes getting wider and more hideous. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, “You, you…”
Without the strength to support, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.
Loredana Flores saw him collapse in front of her.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and her body swayed in the wind. When she got back her senses, she untied the belt that bound her hands. Then, she immediately went to hug Mrs. Leslie who had been thrown on the ground, “Mrs. Leslie.”
Loredana went to check if she was still breathing. She was still alive.
“Grandma.” Armand Bernie rushed over. Loredana used her last strength to say, “Hurry up, get Mrs. Leslie to the hospital.”
Armand glanced at her. He carried Mrs. Leslie to the car. He was worried about her, and he snapped at the bodyguards,” Hurry up!”
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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