It Was You

Chapter 868 Will You Be Afraid Of Me

"We have tried several times, and now another person has been killed. What do you think we should do?" Martin's face was gloomy and his eyes were dark, as if there was a bottomless abyss hidden in them.

Originally, he didn't want to alert the enemy, so he had been sending people to follow up secretly. He didn't want to attack, but the enemy attacked him again and again. Was it because he was too kind recently that those people thought his people were easy to bully?

Thurston snapped his fingers and said, "I see."

After saying that, he took out a black mobile phone, dialed a number and said a few words. Then he hung up the phone and shook it. "It's settled. No matter who he is, if he makes trouble in my territory, I have to send him to hell. But then again, since when have you become so law-abiding? Why did you personally follow him to the mountain to look for someone? It's not like you."

As an experienced old fox, Martin had always been hiding behind the scenes and seldom shown up, hadn't he?

As soon as Thurston finished his words, he subconsciously looked at Cassandra. Tut, tut, what a beautiful woman! However, since Martin could do this for Cassandra, it seemed that he really treated Cassandra differently.

Martin glanced at him coldly, "Have I really spoiled you too much recently?"

Two blue veins popped out on Thurston's forehead. "You've just crossed the river and now you're removing the bridge. How shameless you are!"

Martin replied, "Is there a problem?"

With a helpless expression on his face, Thurston suddenly felt that he was a little bit shameless. He knew it was the result, but he still took the initiative to approach him. He didn't know that he was such a shameless person.

With his legs crossed, Thurston said, "No problem. Mr. Martin has opened the gold mouth. There can be no problem. But recently, there are a lot of dangerous people in the capital city. You'd better take care of yourself. Don't get yourself involved in it one day. You're now the CEO of the Lu Group, and you're so rich. What else can't you let go? Why do you insist on getting involved in the past things? Isn't it good to live? "

After a series of questions, he realized that he had said too much. In addition to the two insiders, Carlos and Moore, there was an outsider. It was Cassandra, the flower carefully protected by Mr. Lu in the greenhouse.

In fact, Cassandra knew a little about what Thurston said, but it was just a vague picture made up of fragments of memory in her previous life. She didn't know whether her guess was right or wrong, but there was one thing that was not wrong, that was, Martin's goal of his past life.

Martin looked at him coldly and said, "Why don't you leave now?"

'I dote on my wife with my strength. Does it have anything to do with you?'

Thurston lifted his eyelids and said plaintively, "Well, you kick me out as soon as I finish it. You're such a heartless bastard! I'm leaving! "

Then Thurston stood up from the sofa and left the hall slowly.

Martin asked Moore to take Carlos back to have a rest. As for other things, he would talk about them when Carlos recovered. For a moment, there were only two people left in the hall, Martin and Cassandra.

The two stood in a stalemate, and neither of them spoke. At last, Martin spoke first, "Will you be afraid of me?"

He had always tried his best to keep the brightest side of the world for her to see, and he didn't want her to see anything hidden in the darkness at all.

Cassandra shook her head, "No, you are so kind to me. How can I be afraid of you?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Martin stared at Cassandra with his deep eyes, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know how much blood my hands have been stained with, and maybe my long-term tenderness and love are fake. Every bone in my body is poisonous. Perhaps I will live in the dark marsh for the rest of my life. Are you still not afraid of me? "

Staring at Martin, Cassandra said without hesitation, "I'm not afraid."

Martin's heart trembled, and the blood streaks twined around his eyes bit by bit. When he was ready to speak again, he suddenly choked in his throat. He had never known that there was something that he could not say.

But he didn't have much time left.

From the death of Lance, to the death of Bonnie, from the appearance of Coley, to the appearance of Amya, everything was invisibly connected into a secret and obscure line, and at the other end of the line, holding the secret that he had never been able to speak.

Martin's dark eyes seemed to have penetrated the time and space. He looked at Cassandra and said in a hoarse voice, "if I tell you, I planned everything when you married me. I have been living in schemes since I was born, and I have never been clean and honest all my life. Even so, Cassandra... Aren't you afraid of me? "

Even he himself was afraid of himself.

He was like a ghost wandering in the world, ready to bite the human blood vessels and devour all the flesh and blood at any time. He lived in the darkness, unable to see the light and hope. He was destined to live a path full of blood and bones. He should not have that selfish motive and should not force her to his side. But no matter what price he had to pay, he still wanted to keep her, or wanted to have more glances of her.

Cassandra looked at Martin quietly. It turned out that after two lifetimes, it was not until now that Martin had truly opened a little crack on his heart and revealed some truth to her.

Cassandra couldn't tell how she felt, but she couldn't help thinking about how he survived those lonely and helpless days alone. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sad.

In Martin's eyes, all this had become another meaning.

Even powerful as Martin was, he was still cautious as if treading on thin ice in front of the person he liked. He just wanted to make a bet that she had him in her heart, and that she was still willing to stay with him after she knew the secrets hidden under the glorious surface.

But he seemed to lose.

"I'm afraid," Cassandra kept silent for a long time. She raised her eyes slowly and looked at Martin, "I was indeed afraid of you. At that time, I was always afraid that you would strangle me if you were unhappy, or that I would accidentally bump into your darkest side one day. But Martin, I can't control myself not to like you just because I'm afraid of these. Ha ha, that's how I am. Even if you have racked your brain and used all kinds of methods, even if you have committed hideous crimes and killed a lot of people, you are good to me. Why should I care about others? "