He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 154: You Want to Watch Me Bleed to Death

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: You Want to Watch Me Bleed to Death

In the CEO’s office on the top floor of the same building.

Wanda Lynch was beaten black and blue, but her face was left untouched.

Theodore Grant had arranged it this way because she was still useful, and he wasn’t going to have her killed just yet.

Weller Kendall splashed cold water on the barely breathing Wanda Lynch to wake her, then ripped the tape off her mouth.

"You understood everything Mr. Grant said, right? The moment you catch wind of anything from Felix Finch, you notify us immediately. Otherwise..."

Wanda Lynch gasped for air, her eyes as lifeless as a dead fish’s. "I... I understand."

Weller Kendall glanced at the woman with satisfaction, then turned to Theodore Grant. "Mr. Grant, should we send her back now?"

"Take her to buy some clothes. Clean her up properly."

Weller Kendall nodded. "Yes, sir."

After a burlap sack was pulled over Wanda Lynch, she was carried out by two men in black.

Just then, Natalie Morgan was about to take an elevator down, but when it arrived, it was headed up. She got in anyway and rode it upstairs.

The elevator doors opened.

She looked up and saw Weller Kendall.

A flicker of shock, nearly imperceptible, crossed Weller Kendall’s eyes, but he remained calm and gave her a polite nod. "Miss Childs, what a coincidence."

"What are you all...?"

Natalie Morgan didn’t know what was in the burlap sack.

But it looked a lot like a person.

Weller Kendall smiled dismissively. "Just something unimportant."

Since it was unimportant, Natalie Morgan didn’t press the matter.

The two men in black entered the elevator, and Weller Kendall followed them inside.

"Miss Childs, what brings you to Grant Group?"

"I’m here to see someone."

Weller Kendall understood. "Here to see Mr. Claire?"

She didn’t answer.

Her silence was an answer in itself.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, the two men in black carried the burlap sack out. Weller Kendall gave Natalie a slight bow before following them.

Natalie Morgan walked out of Grant Tower, a faint melancholy rising in her heart.

She habitually raised her hand to hail a cab, preparing to leave.

Just then, a white sedan slowly pulled to a stop in front of her.

A man got out of the driver’s seat.

She looked up.

It was Felix Finch.

As if a raw nerve had been struck, she instinctively took two steps back, her eyes filled with wariness.

Felix Finch’s face still wore that trademark gentle smile, yet it also carried a trace of unfathomable depth.

"What’s wrong?"

"Don’t come any closer." She nervously took another two steps back, creating a safe distance, and warned, "Felix Finch, you’d better stay away from me."

"What’s gotten into you?"

The expression on his face was full of helplessness and confusion, as if the sudden warning had left him somewhat bewildered.

"Stop pretending, Felix Finch." She looked at him coldly, the corner of her mouth curling with a hint of mockery and disgust.

He frowned slightly, as if hurt. "Do you think I’m the one responsible for your son falling from the building?"

"Weren’t you? Even now, you’re still putting on this act. Felix Finch, aren’t you exhausted after all these years? Painstakingly setting up this huge scheme... what was going through your mind?"

"Natalie, you..."

He hadn’t expected her to see through it all so quickly.

But he felt it was about time.

He wasn’t particularly surprised.

The only slight regret was that her and Theodore Grant’s son had failed to die yet again.

"My meticulous scheming also required Mrs. Grant’s enthusiastic cooperation, did it not?"

She frowned, utterly confused.

’Cooperation?’

’What did I cooperate with him on?’

’Cooperating by having Theodore Grant’s child?’

’Or by running away to Fenchest?’

"Felix Finch, you’re a terrifying person."

"I’m flattered." A smile played on his lips, but it twisted into a sinister curve.

"Our first meeting three years later, mine and Theodore Grant’s... you must have arranged that deliberately, didn’t you?" The more she thought about certain things, the more terrifying they became. Natalie felt with growing certainty that the man before her was a devil incarnate. "If you have a grudge against Theodore Grant, you can take it up with him. Why drag uninvolved people like us into this?"

"Don’t you think it’s more interesting this way?" he smiled, as if everything was under his control.

"You’re sick. You laid the groundwork for all these years just to get revenge on Theodore Grant?"

"He killed my wife. He destroyed the relationship we once had. Shouldn’t I hate him? Shouldn’t I get my revenge?"

He looked at the woman before him with disappointment.

His brows knitted tightly.

"Natalie Morgan, Theodore Grant destroyed your family. Don’t tell me you’re starting to sympathize with him now, are you? Think about your father, who can never return to Riverden. And think about your brother, who was turned into a simpleton..."

Felix Finch advanced on Natalie Morgan, one step at a time.

Terrified, she stumbled backward.

She cried out to stop him. "Stay back! My business with him has nothing to do with you, and I don’t need you to be my champion of justice! Felix Finch, I can’t believe it. I thought you were a true friend. I even..."

’I even thought you were someone I could rely on.’

’But in the end, it was all just a lie.’

"...I won’t give you another chance to hurt my son."

She turned and ran. A taxi was approaching, so she flagged it down and jumped inside.

She had always thought Sean Lane and Theodore Grant weren’t normal, but this Felix Finch was even more terrifying.

She had the driver take countless detours and didn’t return to the Grant estate until the city lights had begun to glow against the evening sky.

Theodore Grant was back.

He was sitting there, holding a stack of documents.

"Perfect timing, take a look at this."

Natalie Morgan froze for a second, then walked over, confused. "What is it?"

"The companies and stock your parents left you. Didn’t I say I’d transfer everything to your name after you saw your father? It’s all done. Take a look."

Natalie Morgan just said, "Oh," noncommittally.

She didn’t understand these things.

She gave the documents an indifferent glance. "As long as you’re not trying to trick me."

"You can have a lawyer look them over."

"I will." She put the documents away in her bag. Her spirits were low, and she seemed to be in a daze. "I’m tired. I’m going upstairs to rest."

"There’s one more thing," he said.

As if she hadn’t heard him, the woman started up the stairs.

She was completely lost in thought.

Her steps on the staircase were unsteady.

"Natalie Morgan," he called out to her.

She responded dazedly and turned to look back at him. Her foot had only caught the edge of the step, and she suddenly pitched backward.

"Ah...!" she cried out, her face paling with terror.

The man darted forward in a single motion, catching her securely in his arms.

But the momentum sent him stumbling, and he fell heavily.

"HSSS..."

He gritted his teeth in pain.

He felt something sharp jab into his lower back.

He raised a hand to touch it... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Blood?" As if afraid of being held responsible, Natalie Morgan scrambled off of him. "Theodore Grant, you—you’re hurt? This has nothing to do with me."

"Quick to wash your hands of this, aren’t you?" He furrowed his brow, struggling to get up. "Something jabbed into me."

’It was just a little poke, it can’t be that serious.’ She thought about helping him up, but then decided he probably didn’t need her. "Can you get up by yourself?"

"No, I can’t. Come help me." He was in severe pain, yet the woman in front of him showed not a shred of sympathy. "What are you just standing there for? You want to watch me bleed to death?"

"If you died, it would save a lot of trouble," she muttered under her breath.

He closed his eyes for a moment. "I’m not deaf. I heard that."

"Your injury... How about I call 911?" Ignoring him, Natalie Morgan took out her phone and started to dial.