You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 414

“Run!” The fat woman shouted as she gathered the four men's attention. 

Mark was confused. 

Now, she was in danger as the men were running to avenge her. 

Mark was definite that with the four men carrying some weapons, that woman couldn’t survive. 

The woman ran in indifferent directions while the four men kept chasing her. 

Mark quickly jumped inside his car and drove away. 

“Hop in!” He shouted as he stopped the woman while she was about to cross the street. 

The woman stopped and her expression was quite hesitant but seeing the four men getting closer to them, she had no time to think. 

She quickly entered Mark’s car then he swiftly maneuvered the car. 

The four men stopped panting while cursing them shouting repeatedly in the air. 

“Hold on tight!” Mark droved fast like they were like flying in the air. 

“Wohooo!!!” The woman shouted in the air like she was fulfilled escaping the four men. 

After a while, they stopped. 

Mark looked at her frowning.

“Why did you save me there?” He asked with deep curiosity. 

In his life, he didn’t believe in goodness. 

Goodness comes with something in exchange. 

This woman just saved him out of nowhere. 

Did she need money? 

Or what did she want from him? 

The street was always for the crook people. 

Poor, unwanted, no shelter, abandoned. 

People forcefully learned to do bad things to live and to survive day by day. 

After his question, the woman grinned. “I heard you are mad Mark, is that really you boy?” Then suddenly, she sounded with familiarity in how she said things.

Mark still frowned deeply. 

He was thinking of someone but he couldn’t get her completely. 

“Do you know me?” Mark asked with a big question mark on his expression.

She nodded repeatedly. 

Then she smiled.

“Wow! What can I say!” She uttered with her eyes sparkling. “You are now a big time!” Her eyes wandered inside his luxurious car. “Look at you, so handsome. Is that really you? Are you really, mad Mark?” The woman asked in disbelief. 

Her eyes grew wider. 

Mark was still puzzled by the woman’s identity. 

He could not still remember her. 

She was just smiling at him like she didn’t want to introduce herself to him and let alone him guess who she was. 

“Do I… happen to offend you in the past?” He just wanted to be sure because he knew he had many enemies in the past and trusting wasn’t his option before until now. 

He only had himself and no one else.

The woman smirked and shook her head meaningfully. 

Her eyes were teasing him. 

Mark felt uncontented by her mysterious identity. 

He didn’t like being tricked as his eyes turned impatient.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!” The woman raised her hands in the air to avert the topic. “I think, you have to give me something in return for saving your life, big time.” The woman blurted out. 

Mark heaved a sigh. 

Just what he was expecting. 

No one could do good deeds today without any return and he never expected too much from one of her kind. 

A bit disappointed, he spoke directly, “Name your price.”

The woman looked at him seriously then she smirked. “Hmmm… a bun will do,” She answered with a smile. 

Hearing her, Mark was taken aback.

 It was the only time, the person's identity inside his mind that he was trying to revive suddenly appeared. “Greta????” He sounded surprised and shocked in one. 

Greta was smiling as she nodded. 

“What should I call you now, big time? Or boss?” She asked.

Mark was still in disbelief. 

He couldn’t believe seeing her again after very long years. 

She saved his life before and now, she saved him again. 

What a coincidence but for Mark, it wasn’t. 

They meant to see each other again. 

It was fate. 

Greta was always his protector. 

“Wow! It’s really you!” Mark uttered smiling. “But… what happened? I thought you left life in the street. Why are you in that shabby tent? Why are you still in the street?” When all he could think in the past was Greta was already living a good life with her sister, he was wrong. 

Seeing Greta’s filthy clothes and look, he could easily tell that she didn’t make it. 

Upon hearing Mark’s questions, the smile on Greta’s face and the sparks in her eyes quickly disappeared. 

She heaved a very heavy sigh like it was the weight she was carrying every day.

“Well, I tried to dream and hope but you see… the world was too cruel to me.” Greta started to share her story. 

She smirked again before she continued. “My sister did everything to send me to school but then she was captured doing illegal activities in the neighborhood. All her creditors were chasing me so I have to run from place to place. Continued living in the street alone and same as usual, go back to stealing and accepting illegal activities. Back to where I belong.” Greta sounded very dispirited but trying not to show this kind of emotion to him. 

So, all the while, Greta lived back in the street all these years. 

It seemed that people who were living in the street were not only the poor, and the abandoned but also those people who didn’t have a chance. Those people who dreamt and hoped but failed. 

Those people who were greatly affected by the cruelty of the world. 

Those people who were deprived of luck and even little good things that the world could offer.

Mark heaved a sigh. 

If only he knew, maybe he could do something about Greta but it was too late.

“Where’s your sister now?” Mark asked. Maybe he could do something about it since he felt the heavy weight she carrying. 

Greta looked down. “She was killed.” 

Mark was stunned. 

He wanted to ask more but he felt too much for Greta. 

He chose not to interrogate her awful life anymore. 

“So now that you know my story, you can drop me anywhere. You know me, I can always find my shelter like a stray cat,” Greta was smiling now. 

“Those four men will look for you, Greta because you saved me again. From now on, you are not going to live in the street anymore. You are going to live with me.” Mark said firmly. 

Greta was stunned. 

She didn’t expect to meet Mark again and will have an instant home. 

Greta smiled. “Are you sure? Are you not playing tricks with me, boy?” Greta asked to confirm if she didn’t just mishear it. 

Her expression was extremely excited.

Mark looked at her seriously then he nodded. “Yes. But don’t ever call me that again. I forbid you. The past is the past. Do you understand?” Mark said sternly.

“Yes, boss!” She gestured doing a proud salute to him. “From now on, I will call you boss. And in return, I will be loyal to you and do everything you wanted me to do.” She said proudly.

"Well, that's better!" Mark smiled as he felt satisfied with Greta’s words. 

Then he started the engine and drove away. 

Greta was true to her words. 

He shared with her his plan and the more Greta liked it knowing about Trishia Meyer was involved in the cycle. 

Another coincidence, she said, and a very, very small world. 

She was determined to avenge his sister. 

Before her sister died, she wrote her a letter. 

This letter was kept in the police station and was handed to her after her sister was found dead in an abandoned warehouse. 

There, she wrote about Trishia Meyer. 

It seemed that her sister knew that she was going to die as she offended the only daughter of Senator Meyer. 

Greta showed the letter to Mark.