Chapter 140 Spend the Rest of Her Life with Him

When Mike heard that he couldn't get the money, he hesitated. Anyway, he could possess any kind of woman if he had the money.

"Well, give me ten million!" What he said gave Lola a scare.

She squinted at the man in front of her, restraining a feeling of annoyance. "You're overestimating me. My annual salary now is merely over a million, and I've just taken the position this month. How can I get so much money for you?"

Mike laughed. "Your husband, he has money. For him, ten million is a drop in the bucket!"

"You are wrong. Harry is not my husband now. He has a fiancee!"

That was a fact. Saying it out would only hurt her feelings.

Mike held the dagger up at her eye level. "If you don't obey, I don't mind slicing into your little snow-white face." Eyes full of evil desire, he threw his hand around her shoulder.

"Let go of me, and I'll give you the money!" she said. As he touched her, Lola had to make a promise first.

"Harry, come and help me. If you save me, I will listen to you! I promise." She thought to herself.

Hearing Lola's words, Mike put on a smile, which made Lola sick.

How stupid she was to have had a relationship with such a man!

"Where are you going?" She asked the man, trying to buy time and expecting someone to save her.

Mike kissed her cheek, put his hands around her waist, and looked at Lola with a disgusting smile. "How about going with me?"

She wiped her cheek hard, as if there was something nasty on it.

She was such an idiot to have taken a liking to this bastard Mike in the past!

Displeased to see her reaction, Mike waved the dagger in front of her. The sharp dagger slowly sliced the collar of her dress.

"Stop it! I'll go get the money!" She held back the feeling of nausea and pressed down his hand.

"Well, I've changed my mind again. You have to serve me first, and I'll let you go get the money!" He wanted to take the money and let her go, but she was so tempting that he could not let her go so easily.

He continued to slice her clothes with the dagger and Lola dared not struggle. "Mike, if you don't stop, you won't get a dime!" She threatened in a stern voice.

He waved his hand and stared at the woman's face. "It's no use saying anything, Lola. I only want you now!"

Hearing his words, Lola had no choice but to throw away her handbag and grab hold of his arm with both hands.

"Touch me again, and I will put up a desperate fight!"

Mike got rid of her hands easily and pulled out his hand that held the dagger.

Lola seized the chance to free herself from his control and ran away.

"Help!" she exclaimed.

But Mike caught up quickly. When they were pulling each other, her arm was cut by the dagger. Her olive sleeves were pierced and blood began to ooze out.

Mike threw the dagger on the ground and covered her mouth with one hand.

With the other hand, he pinned her down and kept her from moving.

Then he picked up the dagger and held it to her throat. "Shout for help? Do it again and I'll stab you in the neck." He stared fiercely at the woman and recalled the past days, his eyes bloodshot.

Lola continued to struggle. All at once the sharp dagger made a small cut in her neck.

"Ah!" Mike, who was straddling her, let out a scream, frowned in pain, and dropped the dagger.

He covered his bleeding left arm, but his right arm began to bleed while he was screaming.

Lola took a look at his arms and saw two... gunshot wounds!

Mike toppled down to the ground in agony. Lola sat up immediately and tumbled into a familiar embrace.

Harry made it! Lola leaned against the man's chest and grasped his shirt.

Harry patted the slightly shivering woman, gazing at her bloodstained sleeve and the ripped collar...

With a cold and gloomy expression, he lifted the pistol that was equipped with a silencer, and fired several shots toward Mike.

Unable to scream any more, Mike passed out because of the pain.

Harry tossed the pistol onto the ground and carried the woman in his arms, protecting her from curious eyes.

After they left, Joey picked up the pistol and Lola's handbag and waited for the police there.

Joey thought of the phone call Harry made a dozen minutes ago, in which he revealed all his feelings for Lola.

"Ask the police to find Lola's mobile phone location and send it to me. Bring the pistol and I'll meet you there." Though his words were normal, his tone was quite the opposite. He was in a deep anxiety apart from the usual coldness.

Within a few minutes, the police located Lola's mobile phone. Harry and Joey reached the small alley behind Old Tree Cafe, which was not far from the company.

Seeing Mike pressing Lola against the ground, Harry fired on him without hesitation.

The police came and took Mike away. Joey went to the police station with them.

Harry rushed to his car carrying Lola and put her in the backseat.

Before he went to the driver seat, Lola caught hold of his shirt.

He had to return to the backseat first, and Lola hugged the man who came to her rescue. She cried happily the moment she felt his breath.

He did not let her down. When she needed him most, he came to protect her.

How could she be capricious again? He was the love of her life. How could she let him go?

"Harry, thank you." She nestled in his arms and said softly, her hands tightly clutching his shirt.

Harry smiled, patted her back and kissed her on her long hair. "Stay here. I'll take you to the hospital."

Lola did as he said and watched the man in admiration.

She must spend the rest of her life with him!

Ouch... To alleviate the pain in her arm, she blew on the wound.

At Chengyang Private Hospital.

Lola's dress were in shreds. Harry carried her into a single room and called in the best female surgeon in the Hospital.

The doctor cleaned and bandaged her wound, which was not deep, and then told them that they could leave.

Harry took Lola back to the Crescent Spring and called someone to bring clothes for her.

Lola sat down and glanced around the man's huge bedroom. This was the second time that she had come to his villa in Crescent Spring, and the last time they had a terrible quarrel.

The room door was opened and Harry came in with a bag.

Looking at the woman sitting in bed in a daze, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"