Chapter 264
Chapter 264
It was a red light again, and they had to wait for one more minute.
The driver was not in a hurry at all.
"Is she not breathing at all?”
The other crew member placed his finger under Anne's nostrils. 1'1 cannot... I cannot feel her breathing anymore. What should
we do?
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"This is an emergency. Can we not care so much about other people? If she dies, we cannot bear the consequences!"
"Exactly. Plus, she is an employee of the Marwood Group. We cannot afford the interrogation after that!"
The driver replied casually, "What does this have to do with us? We did send her to the hospital. She just did not make it in
time. I am trying my best to make it quick already, but this is the traffic light."
The crew member was nervous. "How far are we?"
"Let me see..." The driver pulled out his phone. "Half an hour more."
They would probably not be able to make it under even forty minutes, judging by the driver's driving skills.
Anne’s condition could not wait.
The crew members exchanged a look and then glanced at the unconscious Anne. They had no other options.
They could only think that this woman was unlucky.
After all, they tried their best.
Suddenly, the door was pulled open from the outside, and
everyone in the car jumped.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the driver cried.
Tommy's eyes looked mischievous. "Your car is too slow. Better to go with mine."
"No way. Who are you? Do you believe that I will..." The driver did not allow him to bring Anne away. He saw that Tommy carried Anne and hastily followed, attempting to stop him.
Tommy's scary gaze swept past. "If you stop me, I will make sure you go to hell. Remember my name, Tommy Marwood, now f*ck off!"
Then, as the driver was still stunned, Tommy placed Anne into his car.
He revved up the engine and then immediately disappeared.
When Anne was sent to the hospital's Emergency Department, she had not been breathing for quite some time.
The doctor said if they had been ten minutes late, Anne would have died.
Anne woke up and saw the white ceiling above her. Her eyes were still swollen and could only open a tiny slit.
She could feel her eyelids were heavy.
"You're awake."
Anne turned and saw Tommy. She did not seem surprised at all.
She closed her eyes. "Am I much better now?"
"Better than what you initially looked like." Tommy leaned against the back of the chair and said calmly.
Anne looked at the ray that shone through the window. It was sunny, which meant it had been two to three hours since her
allergic reaction got triggered.
"You are pretty cruel to yourself, aren't you?" Tommy asked, "You reckoned Bianca would get her driver to send you."
"If I wanted to kill someone, that would be my only option.
Otherwise, I would still die if I could be sent to the hospital on time," Anne said.
Yes.
It was not an accident that she had an allergic response. It was planned.
She deliberately told Bianca's stylist about her seafood allergy, and when Bianca knew about it, she would definitely want to use
this to kill her.
If Bianca wanted her dead so badly, why not fulfill her wish?
Before lunch, she called Tommy and asked for his help to put up this show.
Otherwise, she would definitely end up dead on her way to the hospital.
"I called the company and informed them that you nearly died. I said you are still in the dangerous phase now. Bianca will not
ask you to be her personal assistant again. I have to say that this was pretty impressive. Bianca is not even on par," Tommy
said.
"It's not that she did not want to make me her personal assistant again, just that she was afraid to expose her kind side, then
the show has to go on," Anne said.. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
"How did you know that I would help you? I only-promised you on the surface, and you bought what I said?" Tommy felt that it
was a little dangerous if that was all she thought.
After all, he did not understand himself sometimes, either.
She closed the page and opened her front camera to check the rashes on her face.
The doctor said she had to stay for more examinations, and she would need a transfusion at night.