Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1487: Out! Everybody get out of here!

Having successfully signed the contract with Marcos, Blythe was in such a good mood that she was unconsciously humming a song.

As soon as Winston pushed open the door, he heard the pleasant song.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and slowly approached Blythe.

"So happy?" He stood in front of Blythe and looked at her with a smirk.

Blythe looked up with a smile on her face, "Yes, very happy."

"Did it work?" Winston asked again.

Blythe didn't answer, but pulled a folder out of the drawer and tossed it to him, "Read it yourself."

Winston caught it and looked at her, looking down at the document in his hand with a raised eyebrow. "A contract?"

"The contract with the Leoz Group." Blythe leaned back in her chair, "Take a look."

Winston carefully flipped through the contract, reaching the last page, the corner of his mouth curved at the sight of Mark's signature, "He's signed it. Half of our purpose for going home is complete." Blythe stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, tilting her head and squinting up at the slowly darkening sky. "Soon they will have to pay a terrible price for what they have done." As he said this, his eyes turned cold and sinister.

From the moment he had decided to return to China, he had been determined not to stop until he had achieved his goal.

Now, half of it had been accomplished, and the other half would be done soon.

Winston approached her, "What about the perfume, did you give it to Paulina?"

"Or what?" Blythe turned her head to look at him, her eyes narrowed slightly as she said mischievously, "Not only did I give it to her, I sprayed it on her a few times."

Hearing this she laughed, with a macabre smile, "They must not have thought that the perfume carried a drug that could trigger a possible virus in Paulina's body. By the time the virus is induced, that bitch Paulina will have a new taste for life and death."

"Hahahahaha..."

She laughed like she was crazy and had no image.

Winston wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms, looking down at her, "Did I do a good job with this?"

Blythe traced her fingers lightly over his chest, her eyelashes lifted and her eyes were enchanting as she said, "Of course you did."

Winston was almost overwhelmed by her excitement, and he grabbed her hand, "Shouldn't you be giving me a reward? The drug contained in the perfume was something I had to search multiple sources to get."

"You're good." Blythe withdrew her hand and stroked his face, looking deeply at him, saying with immense affection, "If it weren't for you, how would I be here right now, and how could I successfully carry out my revenge?" "For you, I would do anything."

With that, Winston kissed her on the lips.

"Wait." Blythe pushed him away, her breath hitching slightly, took a deep breath and stared at him, "I'm not done talking yet."

Winston stifled the restlessness in his body and asked, mute, "What else do you want to say?"

"I'm curious how you got that drug. I seem to recall that the drug was developed by the Bergerians."

"You don't care how I got it, it's good that the medicine works." With that, Winston was about to kiss him again.

"Don't rush." Blythe raised her hand to block his and continued, "Bergerian hasn't been heard from since he went back to Italy, do you know what happened?"

Bergerian had been bent on retrieving Paulina for human experimentation, but the experiment had not been performed and the man had disappeared.

If Bergerian had taken Paulina back then, Mark would never have left her.

The more Blythe thinks about it, the angrier she gets, "What the hell is wrong with that Bergerian, why has he given up Paulina, is it possible that he has changed his ways?"

"I can't talk about that for now. I'll tell you when the time comes. We have more important things to do now."

Winston stopped her by the waist and lifted her up, striding away into the next room.

...

In a villa on the outskirts of Italy, Bergerian is sitting on the couch, leaning back against it, legs bent, one hand stretched out on the couch, the other holding a glass of red wine and swirling it gently. His expression is reserved, his eyes unperturbed.

On either side of him sits an extravagantly dressed blonde woman.

One of the women holds a grape in her hand and offers it to Bergerian's mouth, "Have a grape, honey."

Bergerian opens his mouth and eats the grape.

The woman bursts out laughing and hurries to peel another grape, but this time Bergerian doesn't eat it, "It's sour."

The woman on the other side heard this and hurriedly said, "Honey, then eat a piece of ..."

"No!" Bergerian sat upright and put his glass on the table as he looked at the two women next to him, same blond hair, same heavy makeup, same strong perfume. Same killjoy.

"Come on down, everybody." Bergerian waved his hand impatiently.

The two women looked at each other, and both reluctantly reached over to pat his chest.

"Darling, we still want to stay with you...."

Before the words could finish, they were cut off by a roar from Bergerian.

"Get out! All of you get out of here!"

The two women turned white with fear and not daring to say anything else, got up hurriedly and hurried out.

Bergerian was left alone in the great hall, a boundless silence came over him and his heart was empty and uncomfortable.

Over the days he had changed from woman to woman, but none had caught his eye or excited him.

He leaned back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, his mind drifted back to Paulina's innocent, clear face.

A self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips.

He really was very sick.

To think that he couldn't stop thinking about a Nordic woman.

"Paulina," he murmured, his heart clenching.

He lifted his hands, his gaze rested on them, and he smiled bitterly; he really wanted to hug her.

If anyone on the outside saw him now in this forlorn and despondent state, they would not believe that he was the Bergerian who had once been ruthless and had done so much evil.

For so many years he had been resolute and cold, feeling nothing for any woman, but now he longed for affection, for Pauline.

At that moment, his assistant rushed up, head bowed, and reported, "Sir, the virus drug on the island has been destroyed."

"Good."

He had spent a lot of money and manpower to develop that batch of viral drugs in the first place, and it was now worth hundreds of millions.

When he learned that it had been destroyed, Bergerian didn't even blink, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Back in Italy, he started going around destroying his institute, and many of the harmful drugs.

On the one hand, he was trying to avoid Interpol; on the other, he was suddenly disenchanted with that career.