Chapter 8
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Michael's eyes widened as he quickly dodged, but the knife still slashed his right arm, causing blood to spurt out. "f**k! Olivia, do you want to die?!"
Michael kicked Olivia hard, sending her crashing into the floor-to-ceiling window. The impact made her spit out a mouthful of blood. She struggled to stand with her mouth full of blood.
Michael furiously pulled out a handgun, aimed it at her, and pulled the trigger. He roared, "b***h! Go to hell!"
Bang! The gunshot rang out!
The bullet spun at high speed, pierced the air, and went straight through Olivia's body, bringing out a splash of blood! The blood immediately stained Olivia's white dress red. The bullet hit Olivia's right shoulder and calf, causing terrible pain that made her stumble backward. She lost her balance and fell out of the window.
Crash! The shattering glass cut her face and delicate arms. Under the reflections of lights and moon, it also refracted the neon lights of Platinum Hotel and the night view of the city's skyscrapers.
So beautiful, Olivia thought. Her lips slowly formed the purest and most beautiful smile.
Meanwhile, below Platinum Hotel, the screeching brakes of several fast-approaching jeeps shattered the silent night!
Jonathan sat in one of the jeeps and looked up just as he heard the gunshot from the top floor. Following the breaking glass, a small figure fell out of the window!
In an instant, Jonathan's eyes turned blood-red, and a murderous intent surged through him!
That figure, he hadn't seen but had thought of day and night for five years. He could never mistake that figure! It was Olivia!
"No!" Jonathan roared as he kicked open the door and rushed out!
The jeep was equipped with an emergency safety cushion launcher on the roof by the military, which is designed for rescue situations.
In a crucial moment, Jonathan pressed the button, and a powerful launcher rapidly deployed a large cushion on the roof, perfectly aligning with Olivia's falling trajectory.
In critical moments, humans often exceed their limits. Jonathan leapt into the air with outstretched arms and caught the rapidly falling Olivia in an incredibly risky move.
Jonathan's arms bore enormous pressure, but he didn't even flinch, holding Olivia tightly. Then he twisted his body and landed, shielding her.
They both landed on the car roof. Although the air cushion reduced the impact, the sunroof still shattered!
Olivia lay on her back, her face covered in blood. She never thought she would survive. Even in her dying moments, seeing Jonathan's face felt like a final illusion. Her eyes turned red, and tears poured out like a flood!
It's him! It's him! He... He finally came back! My Jonathan, you finally came back!
Olivia gazed tearfully at Jonathan, and he also looked at her with bloodshot eyes! The two stared at each other for a long time.
"Olivia, I'm sorry. I came too late," Jonathan's lips trembled as he finally uttered the words buried in his heart for five years!
Tears streamed down Olivia's face as her lips trembled with emotion.
Jonathan is back! You appeared at my most desperate moment! The man I kept thinking about for five years is finally here!
Jonathan looked at Olivia in his arms. His eyes were filled with tears. He reached out and gently wiped the blood from Olivia's face. When Jonathan saw the bullet wound on her right shoulder, just two inches away from her heart, he was in great anger. "Damn it! Who the hell did this?"
As if responding to Jonathan's shout, at the same time, on the top floor, Michael placed his foot arrogantly on the wounded and struggling Amelia.
Amelia's cries echoed.
Olivia had a knife. Naturally, Amelia was blamed for failing to supervise. But Amelia didn't hate Olivia for this. She was tired of being r***d and being a plaything.
Amelia's head extended out of the broken window as she cried in pain. But she soon began to laugh.
She saw that a man appeared out of nowhere and saved Olivia. He held her in his arms, like a knight saving his princess in those love stories.
At the same time, a thought occurred to Amelia, Could it be... Ruby's father?! A slight smile appeared on her lips as she murmured, "So, your knight is here. Your husband is finally back."
Bang! This was Amelia's last sight in this world. Under Michael's gun, Amelia slowly closed her eyes. "Olivia, I envy you. Your knight is here..."
With Amelia's cry, her body fell from the top floor.
Michael impatiently looked out the window and immediately spotted Jonathan and Olivia below.
He shouted angrily, "Damn it! That b***h is still alive! Everyone, get down there! I must r*pe and kill that b***h!"
Thud! Thud! Thud! The sound of rapid footsteps echoed throughout the building as Michael led a dozen black-suited thugs out of Platinum Hotel's front door. He saw Jonathan holding Olivia in his arms, ready to get into the jeep.
"Brat! Who are you?! That woman deserves to die! Why did you save her? Are you trying to go against me?! Do you want to die?!" Michael raised his gun and aimed it at Jonathan's head.
Michael's gun was less than a fist's distance from Jonathan's forehead!
Cold wind blew, and dark clouds filled the sky. The black-greyish crows flew past, emitting hoarse cries that sounded as if they came from hell.
But Jonathan didn't even glance at Michael.
He just held the bleeding Olivia in his arms and looked at her with deep affection, overwhelmed by guilt!
The next second, Jonathan spoke in a hoarse and bitter voice, "I'm sorry, Olivia. I'm taking you home now. I'm taking you to see Ruby."
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