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Chapter 1869

Chapter 1869

The acrid smoke filled her lungs, leaving her as helpless as a fish on a cutting board, which was ready

for the taking.

If it weren't for the disorienting fumes and her complete lack of weaponry, she could have easily slipped

away with her skills.

The car door swung open, and Ophelia, drained of strength, closed her eyes when she faintly heard

someone calling out to her.

“Ophelia??”

It was a voice laden with urgency.

“Ophelia??”

The tone was tender and cautious.

“Ophelia???”

The very next moment, she felt herself being lifted.

Who would be calling her Ophelia??

Barely managing to pry her eyelids apart, she saw Sean's face.

Why was she thinking of Sean on the brink of death? It must be that this man left such a dark mark on

her.

“Snap out of it!!” Sean cradled Ophelia in his arms; seeing her eyelids drooping, his eyes were ablaze

with a bloodthirsty frenzy.

His underlings had already captured a dozen or so hitmen.

Staring at the defeated thugs before him, he said with a voice thundering with fury, “What did you do to

her??”

Sean kicked the closest hitman, sending him flying several feet, “What the hell did you do to her??”

Still, no answer.

He brutally kicked another in the face, turning the man's features into a bloody pulp. As the hitman fell,

Sean delivered another savage kick to his head.

The scene was gruesome; the remaining hitmen hadn't anticipated the legendary Mr. Collins to be so

violently unhinged.

In the midst of this, Ophelia's grip on Sean's coat began to loosen, her hand falling limply to her side.

Sean was frantic, “You can’t die! I haven’t confessed my love to you yet, and you haven’t agreed to be

my girl; I forbid you to die, wake up!!”

Ophelia was just weak and craving for sleep, yet Sean's absurd and imperious declaration forced her

eyes open once more. There he was, his face etched with urgency, even with a tinge of sorrow and

distress.

What was going on??

Was Sean feeling sorry or upset for her? It couldn't be that. He was the last person to cut her any slack,

let alone show compassion.

It must be the hallucinogenic effects of the smoke bomb.

“Yes, that’s it, keep your eyes on me! It’s Sean!” He jostled the girl in his arms, “I like you, damn it, and

you can’t die on me!”

The underlings around him were taken aback – even Sean's love confessions were laced with rage.

Ophelia doubted her own ears.

Sean liked her???

What a ludicrous hallucination.

Exhausted, she no longer wanted to waste energy pondering the impossible. She was about to close

her eyes again when Sean bellowed, “You dare die on me, just try it??”