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Graham was incredulous.
His eyelids fluttered uncontrollably, then his face sank.
Ignoring the crowd's comments, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the engagement scene.
I stumbled and almost fell.
"Graham, let go of me! What's going to happen to Clara when you're gone!"
But Graham pretended not to hear.
I hurriedly grabbed my cell phone and dialed a number.
"Something's happened to me, can you come and help me? ......"
Graham's voice was cold as he grabbed my phone and questioned the caller:
"What's your relationship with her?"
I couldn't hear the call, but my heart jumped into my throat.
"Fiancée?" Graham repeats the other person's words and laughs contemptuously, "What's with the red marks on her neck? Did you do that?"
An affirmative answer was received.
Graham's smile became cruel, "So you like growing strawberries so much."
"Coincidentally, I like it too. I'll give you half an hour to get to the hotel's presidential suite, if you're late, you won't be able to make it in time for my live broadcast with her."
I shuddered and resisted violently.
Graham grinned extremely hard as he spoke.
The corners of his eyes were red, and he grabbed my hand in a death grip and spoke to the person on the phone:
"I've got my eye on your fiancée."
After being caught by Graham at the hotel, I tried to escape.
But it was unsuccessful.
Graham locked me in the bathroom and stared at me intently.
"Still trying to escape? Rachel? "
My nerves were tense, "I'm really getting married, and it's not right what you're doing. More sorry for Clara!"
"The word sorry is not in my Graham's vocabulary, I'm doing everything right."
He sat up from the sink and lit a cigarette, squinting at me in the corner through the thin smoke.
In a low voice he asked, "If you're not dead, why are you avoiding me?"
"For so many years, I've tried everything to make the double who resembles you a big star, and spoiled her to no end, don't you care about any of this?"
Seeing that I didn't answer.
He flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and his tone was laced with amusement and condescension.
"Why is my sister so cruel?"
I calmed myself down.
"Graham, you were the one who made things worse back then."
"I was just a plaything you found using your power."
"Your filthy love is nothing to be sad about!"
Graham's aura plummeted and his eyes clouded.
"It seems that after a few years of absence, you have become feral and in need of re-training."
He idly stubbed out his cigarette.
"Are you going to take it off yourself, or do I have to skin you like I skinned a rabbit back in the day."
I clenched my fists in shame and didn't move a muscle.
He added, "Be honest, this is punishment."
I sucked in a breath of cold air and boldly backed out of my clothes one by one.
Across the room Graham's expression went from playful to dumbfounded to shocked.
When he got as far as his pants, he yelled, "That's enough!"
I was still pulling off my pants, down to my tights, and looked at him coldly.
At this point, there was more grief and horror in Graham's quivering eyes.
I had shocking bruises all over my body, the worst being my right calf.
Below the knee.
Amputated.
I moved my inconvenient prosthetic leg and said hoarsely and softly.
"I overheard a conversation between you and your father and learned that you were an informant and participant in the accident, so I'm willing to cooperate."
Graham anxiously tried to explain, "Rachel, I ......"
"But Graham ......" I interrupted, my eyes reddening.
"I only have half a life left, do you still want to take it and play with it?"
Graham fell away.
For days on end, he was afraid to show his face in front of me.
The engagement party had too much impact, plus the movie was dubbed by me and Clara was involved.
The director organized a dinner party.
He wanted to reconcile the relationship between Clara and me, so that both fans wouldn't tear each other apart and prevent the movie from being released.
Graham, the biggest investor, was also present.
He looked at me with complicated eyes.
The director watched his words for half a day and picked me, who had the lightest background, to start with.
"Rachel ah, you give a toast to Clara, the engagement party thing is your fault after all, too unintelligent."
"Who wants her to make a toast?"
Clara crossed her legs and said smugly, "I made a deal with Graham, the engagement is off and he's compensating me for resources and movie shares."
"Now that I'm the biggest investor in the movie 'Growing Pains', you all just give me great publicity, after all, this is a script written by this lady herself."
Clara was unimpressed, but Hank, who was following her, couldn't swallow this.
"Some people are so cheeky, they're about to marry an old man and still come to break up other people's marriages."
I didn't want to argue much, I did have to apologize to Clara.
"Clara, I'm sorry, my fiancé will be here to pick me up in a few minutes, so I'll drink to that and make it up to you."
I took a drink.
At that point, Hank said with a grimace, "That's enough to get you out of here?"
I made another toast to everyone in the room.
After a few drinks, a man was so drunk that he could only rest with his forehead propped up.
Graham sat down next to me at some point, "Can't you say something soft to me?"
I shook my head blankly.
Graham held his breath.
"I'd like to see what old man who's going into a coffin can charm you into refusing to come back for five years!"
"He ...... He's not old."
I don't even know how rumors like that get around.
Graham restrained his temper and jealousy and said very rarely.
"I've thought it over in the last few days, and I'll do what I can to make it up to you."
"But I won't be a third party, so I'll give you two choices."
"First, cut ties with that old man."
"Second, I'll kill him."
I shook my head again, "I'm afraid not."
Graham and I talked, neither of us noticing the footsteps that were gradually approaching.
Graham got angry, "Just can't let it go?"
I replied drunkenly, "No, because he's ......"
Before I could finish my sentence, my body suddenly rose up in the air and fell into a warm embrace.
A gentle male voice rang in my ears.
"I'm sorry for making you all suffer with my tardiness."
Everyone dining looked over, one more surprised than the other.
Clara twisted her head away with her dish, her chopsticks falling to the floor.
"Brother?"
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