Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 232

The girl did not care less whether the man lying on the ground was dead or alive. She just calmly sat on his body while she chewed on her nails.

After a long time, a flash of determination crossed her eyes.

The darkness receded as the dawn broke.

Liam Wilford held the woman in his arms as he strode into the extravagant villa. He then yelled at the doctor who had been waiting on the side, "Come quickly!"

The doctor dared not delay further and watched as the man on the verge of anger a second ago gently placed the woman in his arms on the bed. Only then did the doctor hurry forward to do an examination.

Sophie's face was pale and her breathing was weak. Her white dress was covered with dirt and stained with blood. At first glance, it looked like she was dead.

No wonder Liam was so out of it. Everyone knew that Liam treated this ex-fiancée of his as treasure.

A few doctors and a group of nurses did not hesitate and went forward. They were clear on Sophie's condition and immediately checked her vitals first.

Liam paced around anxiously and restlessly, but his gaze was always fixated on the person on the bed.

"Sir, let me help you with your wounds." A nurse stood in front of Liam with an apprehensive face.

Liam's hand was dripping blood, but he was unaware of it.

"I'm fine. Go away."

The nurse did not dare to say otherwise. She just bowed slightly and retreated.

The medical team was thorough in the examination. After a long time, the doctor stood in front of Liam and explained, "Sir, Ms. Leger is fine. She was just a little shocked and has a slight fever."

Liam took a deep breath and suppressed the rage in his heart.

Luckily she was fine!

Only then did he begin to feel the wounds on his body as his nerves that were paralyzed by worry gradually became active again.

"Sir, your wound needs to be treated urgently." The doctor was shocked to see the wound on Liam’s hand.

Liam, however, still did not look very concerned and shook off the blood dripping down his finger. "I'm fine. Help me wrap it up."

After the doctor prescribed the medicine and left, the maid came up to ask if they should help Sophie to get cleaned up.

"Okay. Be gentle." Liam nodded, walked outside, and lit up a cigarette. When the cigarette was half gone, he put it to his lips and took a deep drag.

The wounded hand was a little painful, but he did not take it seriously.

Sophie was found lying in a ditch. When he got back to Germany and turned on his phone, he received a picture of Sophie lying on the ground.

Liam admitted that at that moment, he was distracted. He stared at his phone and was so focused on that photo that he did not notice a blade flying towards his palm, which pierced through his hand and instantly destroyed the phone he was holding.

The attacker was in hiding, so he could not find the source. However, Liam still subconsciously squatted and rolled over. Sure enough in the next second, more darts hit the ground beside him.

The people around him then reacted and in a flash, Liam's men quickly scattered everywhere to look for the attacker in the darkness.

Liam’s vitals were not wounded, so the attacker probably fled the scene because his mission failed. Moreover, Liam's people were still looking for Sophie’s whereabouts, so the attacker managed to slip away.

This made Liam ponder about it. At that time due to the urgency of the situation, Liam did not have time to dwell on it. If the attacker wanted to kill him, why would his first shot be on his hand and not a direct hit to the heart?

Soren and his group had indeed boarded the Guggenheims’ private jet and arrived in Atlantic City that night.

In order not to attract attention, Soren stuffed the young man called David in a box. The plane slowly landed at the airport named after Old Master Guggenheim.

Soren ordered his people to carry the man out and find a way to wake him up. After all, they could not blatantly shove someone into a box while going through customs.

The car that came to pick them up was already waiting outside.

The black box was placed behind the seat with holes all over to ensure that the person inside would not suffocate.

Soren went up to open the hatch. Before he could turn around, he heard the sound of huffing and puffing from behind him.

"Boss! There’s someone here!" One of the men who opened the box shouted.

Soren frowned, but he walked over with his hand on the weapon strapped to his waist.

The black box was wide open. Soren took a step closer and the scene in the box also came into view.

A young girl was lying on David. Her clothes were so grimy that he could not tell what was its original color. Somehow, she had flipped David over so that he was lying on the bottom of the box, acting as a mattress.

Perhaps their movement had woken the girl. She yawned while she rubbed her eyes. She opened her big eyes and looked at the people present.

"Are we there yet?"

The girl's voice carried the slight hoarseness of being freshly awakened and the unique sweetness of a young girl.