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Julia Land suddenly stopped resisting, as if she had accepted her fate.
Seeing her submissive, Wesley Turner fed her the drug again.
The effects of this potent drug were swift.
Just when he slightly loosened his grip on her,
Julia Land pulled out a sharp little knife from her pants pocket.
Quick, vicious, and precise, she slashed her own arm, to clear her head.
Those prepared to watch the spectacle started screaming, some with fainter hearts.
“Ah! She’s committing suicide.”
Julia’s knife was also now at Wesley Turner’s throat, and she licked her lips, her voice hoarse as she said, “Mr. Turner, let’s die together, shall we cavort beneath the earth?”
Wesley Turner, the coward, was scared out of his wits.
Had he known earlier that this woman, even drugged, could be so reckless with her life, he would have tied her up first.
“Put the knife down, and I’ll let you go,” he stammered.
*Not a chance, if I let you go you’ll just trouble me again. Do you think I’m an idiot?”
The knife in her hand moved forward another step, and Wesley Turner’s neck started bleeding in
an instant.
At that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open.
A man in a black shirt stood at the entrance.
He casually shook the mobile phone in his hand and, with a cigarette between his fingers, his voice apologetic and deep, he said, “I heard someone yell suicide, and I’ve called 110.
The young men holding Alexander Strong let go of him.
Alexander Strong, with a grim face, rushed over to Julia, “Julia, I’ll take you to the hospital.”
He didn’t dare forcefully pull Wesley Turner away and instead took Julia to the hospital with her knife still pressed against Turner’s throat.
Julia’s left hand was bleeding, yet she still tightly gripped Wesley Turner’s hair, knife in her right
hand.
Her gaze fell on the man at the doorway.
James Thompson hadn’t expected that shortly after transferring to the hospital in Dunmore City, he’d encounter such a situation while out to relax.
He had drunk a little earlier and went to the restroom, just in time to see Julia follow a man into this private room.
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She was talking with
the man, indicating they knew each other.
After smoking half a cigarette, not quite at case, James Thompson walked over to the room, and as he approached, he heard screams of suicide coming from within.
James Thompson approached, his expression cold and eyes stern. He took the cigarette to the corner of his mouth, yanked Wesley Turner aside, and his fist brutally smashed into his head.
He hit with extreme ferocity.
His handsome face instead wore a gentle smile.
His arm muscles swelled with terrible explosive power.
A black mamba tongue flicked out, coiling around a rose, casting a chilling light.
The few gentlemen nearby didn’t dare approach to help Wesley Turner.
With one final kick, James Thompson crushed Wesley’s privates directly and mercilessly.
“Ah!”
Wesley Turner, in agony, bent over moaning, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
He didn’t fight for long, less than a minute; after all, Julia was the priority now.
He dropped the cigarette from the corner of his mouth to the floor and stepped on it, taking off his shirt and walking towards Julia.
James Thompson wrapped the shirt around her.
Bending down, his profound eyes locked onto Julia.
“Shall I take you to the hospital? Give me the knife.”
Julia still clutched the knife tightly in her hand, biting her red lips and trying to make out the words of the man before her.
The private room was in chaos.
Julia thought she was hallucinating, she seemed to see that Doctor Thompson.
She just looked at James Thompson, her voice cold and hoarse as she called to him, “Thank you, Uncle.”
Even the words ‘you‘ and ‘uncle‘ came out.
James Thompson, “…”
In different circumstances, he might have actually laughed.
He took her wrist and removed the knife from her hand.
He looked down at the woman lying half–dead on the sofa and began to help stop the bleeding. “Take off your clothes and give them to me.”
This he said to Alexander Strong.
Alexander quickly took off his clothes and handed them over.
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flow. He wrapped her up in his clothes and carried her out of the private room.
Alexander Strong followed, taking out his phone to call Noah Quarter, his heart smoldering with
anger
He’s going to regret this!
Alexander cursed inwardly.
*Secretary Strong, I don’t want to see Noah Quarter right now.
Julia’s voice was faint and low.
James did hear her mosquito–like voice, and he conveyed her words to Alexander.
“She said she doesn’t want to see that damn man.
Alexander’s face was full of confusion. Who was this man?
Julia’s face pressed against the man’s skin, feeling the warmth emanating from the man holding
her.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly.
James looked down and saw her face flushed with color, obstinately biting her lips.
At that moment, at the parking lot of Charm Color Club.
Noah Quarter had his bodyguards go up to take Julia back.
Arabella Shaw’s eyes flickered slightly as she pursed her red lips.
It seemed Noah didn’t really want to hand Julia over for Wesley Turner to play with; otherwise, he wouldn’t have let the bodyguards take her home.
Right as the two bodyguards took the elevator up, Noah’s phone rang.
It was a call from Alexander Strong.
“Julia has attempted suicide, Wesley Turner has been stabbed”
The brevity of the sentence sent a chill over Noah’s face, his eyes turned fierce, “Where is Julia
now?”
Alexander responded calmly, “Preparing to go to the hospital. She said, for now, she doesn’t want to see you. Noal, you’ve gone too far this time.
“From today on, the Quarter Family will no longer cooperate with the Turner Family Noah spoke indifferently. “How is Wesley Turner? She’s quite capable, isn’t she? To have the guts to use a knife, does she want to go to jail?” @
He hung up the phone, opened the car door, and had Arabella get in.
As long as she is alive, that’s good.
Arabella leaned against Noah in the car, her eyes filled with worry, “What happened to Julia?”
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Arabella shifted the topic, nestling coquettishly against his shoulder, “Stay with me tonight,
okay?”
Alexander had intended to get in the car with the man but was stopped by his quietly menacing
gaze.
James s
sped to the hospital with Julia.
Seeing her rub her legs and the moans spilling from her red lips, he knew she had also ingested some drugs.
James called the hospital with a stern face to have them prepare.
The treatment team was already waiting at the hospital.
Arriving at the hospital, James held Julia, telling her not to move, continually comforting her, “Hang in there a little longer.
His clothes were wrapped around Julia.
Julia was in too much agony.
James’s eyes darkened as he coldly ordered the doctor, “Treat her quickly.”
The doctor acted swiftly to address the wound on Julia’s arm and quickly took blood for testing. “She is pregnant right now.”
Being a doctor himself, James knew this was a bit tricky.
Without knowing what drugs she had taken, they couldn’t administer medication to Julia until the blood test results were in.
The doctor advised, “She seems to have reached her limit. It’s best to find a way to alleviate her discomfort temporarily.”
“Everyone out.”
Once the hospital staff and nurses left the room, James looked down at the woman who kept trying to bite his clothes with a somewhat helpless gaze.
“Julia, let go,” he said in a deep and husky voice.
Julia was confused and could not communicate properly.
James was at a loss with her.
He held her tightly so she couldn’t move around, and Julia, annoyed, bit the person holding her. “Damn!” he hissed.
He felt the bite to his flesh, the pain twisting his handsome face.
