Classic Novel
Chapter 139
Chapter 139
As panic started to creep in, the door suddenly swung open, and a figure emerged before swiftly closing the door behind him. “Why are you here?” Millie blurted out, surprised to see the person before her. The person gave her a curious look and responded, “What are you doing here?”
The words escaped their lips almost simultaneously. To her astonishment, it was none other than Marcus who emerged from the room. How did he end up here? His face wore a tense expression, hinting at trouble.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
“What happened in there?” Millie asked, her voice laced with concern.
“Who allowed you to come here? Follow me,” Marcus remarked, gripping her arm firmly as he hurried toward the exit. His demeanor exuded a chilling aura. The sound of urgent footsteps echoed behind them, indicating a group of at least five or six pursuers.
“Capture him! I'll make him pay!” a voice thundered with anger.
Millie didn’t have a clear understanding of the events that transpired within the room, but the circumstances made it abundantly clear that it was unsafe to linger any longer.
However, she observed that Marcus was gradually slowing down. The grip of his hand around hers grew weaker with each passing step.
Marcus felt as if his legs had tured to lead, each stride becoming an arduous struggle. Eventually, he leaned against the wall, gasping for air, incapable of moving any further.
A bitter laugh escaped his lips as he realized that his own uncle had spiked his tea with a potent drug. In this moment, he felt utterly drained, his body weak and lifeless, akin to a broken marionette.
“Are you alright?” Millie asked, her voice filled with concern.
In a sudden surge of determination, Marcus summoned the last remnants of his strength and pulled Millie into his embrace. Casting a quick glance at the approaching commotion, he whispered urgently into her ear, “You need to go ahead.
They're closing in on us. Go!”
Forced to nestle in Marcus’ embrace, Millie felt her head becoming stifled.
“Mmm, please... Release me. I’m struggling to breathe,” she mumbled. Millie gasping for air as her ear pressed against Marcus’ chest, the rhythmic thumping of his heart resounding in her ears.
With a lowered head, Marcus loosened his grip on Millie’s head, his own breath quickening as he became aware of the potent effects of the medication.
However, as he reminisced about the moment he opened the door and discovered Millie’s presence, his composure slipped away. How had she ended up in this perilous environment?
Millie raised her head, sensing a warm pressure on her waist. Tentatively reaching out to investigate, she swiftly retracted her hand upon realizing it was Marcus’ firm grasp.
“Let go of me,” Millie demanded, her expression tense. Marcus adamantly refused, tightening his hold on her with all his strength.
“Do you even know where we are? Have you grown weary of life?” Marcus exclaimed, his anger seeping through his words.