She knew this clearly in her heart, and she became even more sad and regretful.
There is no going back.
She lay on the table and cried loudly.
In the distance, her housekeeper and maid were standing there watching, with indifferent helplessness on each other's faces.
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Private waters in Chicago, USA.
On the blue sea level, a private plane hung from the sky.
The woman who came down wore a black mink coat and a tight red skirt that covered her curvy figure. Her long, fiery red curly hair was draped behind her back. Her eyebrows were painted with delicate makeup, and she was full of arrogance. She had a pair of green eyes.
With charming gem-like eyes and fair skin, you cannot tell how old you are.
"Miss."
The bodyguard at the door opened the door respectfully and let the woman in. The woman didn't look away. Her fifteen-centimeter high heels stepped on the hard marble floor, making a "dong-dong" sound. Everyone straightened their backs and looked solemn.
.
"Where is he?"
The woman took off her sunglasses, threw them to the bodyguard in black and asked coldly.
"Third floor."
The woman nodded slightly, took off her mink coat and threw it aside. Her high heels had already stepped onto the stairs to the third floor.
The few people who were following her quickly followed her in a respectful manner.
"Miss." The bodyguard guarding the door on the third floor nodded to the woman, opened the door and respectfully welcomed her in.
The woman stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind and stood up and entered the house.
The decoration in the house is very simple, with only a huge bed, and a pale young man lying on it. Under the white sheets, the man's face is almost paler than the sheets.
Various instruments were inserted into his body, and liquid was injected into his body from the back of his hand. Only his slightly rising chest showed that he was still alive in the world.
The woman stood by the bed for a long time, quietly looking at her brother lying silently on the bed. After a while, her fingers started to tremble slightly.
"How is the situation now?"
she asked coldly.
The doctor who was adjusting the drip on the side wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "We have been rescued. Whether he can wake up depends on Master Lance's will to survive."
The woman glanced at Lance on the bed and snorted: "That's no problem. This guy's will to survive is stronger than a dog." Her words were harsh, but her expression obviously relaxed.
"How many days have you been unconscious?"
"More than two months." The doctor hesitated and said.
"..." The woman stood in front of the bed, looked at Lance lying on the bed, suddenly bent down, and slapped him, "Damn, when will you wake up? I'm not prepared for the mess you left.
tidy!"
"..."
"Miss..." The doctor standing aside broke into a cold sweat.
The woman grabbed Lance by the collar and slapped him three times. When she saw that the other man had stopped moving, her eyes trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, let go of her hand, stood up and went to the floor-to-ceiling window on the side.
Her lips trembled slightly, and it took her a while to regain her composure.
"Call Asa."
she said.
Asa was the female nurse who rushed in and took Lance away.
She entered the room and took a look at the woman standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, took a deep breath, and walked over.