Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney)

Chapter 0165



Chapter 0165

It was then that I noticed the green hospital gown she had on. My puzzled frown still remained though, So how did you get into my house then?"

She smirked again, "This is why you should have agile people around you. Your poor neighbor is an old lady with an equally rotten, poor eyesight, she mistook me for whoever lives with you. I quickly told her I forgot my keys and you wouldn't pick up your phone, so she let me climb over her wall."

Wow. I mentally made a note to have a serious talk with the old lady. "But how did you get in the house?" I further inquired.

"You ask too much question, bitch," she pressed the gun that was now on my temple harder.

I rolled my eyes at the feel of the metal muzzle on my temple. If she would shoot my brains out, she would have by now, she wouldn't be indulging in stupid conversation that doesn't have anything to do with me dying.

I took the risk and strolled to the sofa in my room. I was too worn out. I didn't leave work to come and play twenty questions with my sister slash bugler.

She seemed surprised at my action as she just gaped at me for a while. I stared back at her. My gaze went from the stoic expression on her face as she repositioned her stance and pointed the gun at me then my gaze fell on her finger on the trigger then to the muzzle.

A little bit pressure and a bullet will come barreling out of the gun and into my skull or heart, wherever she targeted.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I wasn't ready or interested in dying neither did I want to be involved with

sure they'd be searching for her by now... or soon.

her-I was

I crossed my legs and met her gaze. "What do you want from me, Bella? Why have you come here?"

She glared at me. When she spoke, her voice was filled with anger, bitterness and most of all, desperation. "If it wasn't that you hired a lawyer for me, I would have made your brains and blood splatter on your white wall. Now, what I want is to leave this shitty place. I want to go faraway from you all so you will give me your car and your credit card now."

My lids felt heavy as I looked up at her. I didn't even think much about her request. "Alright, I'll give them to you," I said. I just wanted her out of here.

I slowly stood up and walked to my drawers. I opened the top drawer, took my car keys and credit card, I even took some of the cash in the drawer and handed everything to her.

She could leave, go far away as possible, I didn't care. It was exactly what I wanted.

She snatched them from my hands and stuffed them inside her pocket like the thief that she was. I was waiting for her to leave so I could lock the door and recontact the security company when I suddenly felt a hard hit on my head.

I clutched the edge of the drawer and staggered back. A damning headache suddenly came on and my gaze remained unfocused.

I felt another hit on the same spot and this time, I couldn't hold myself upright, I went crashing into the

floor beside the drawer.

All I could see was the blurry floor and her bare feet but I heard her clearly sneer at me, "Thought I would thank you, huh?" Then I watched as those feet turned around and marched away.

As my gaze got blurrier and the edges of my blurry gaze darkened, I had only one thought, "Great. At least, I can avoid the suspicion of harboring a fugitive."


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