Brody said in a serious tone.
Tracy felt so painful that she almost cried. For a moment, she thought that Brody was trying to murder
her deliberately.
When she came to her senses and felt much better, she pushed his hand away and said, "don't
pretend to be kind. You can kill me as you like."
Brody was angry immediately, but when he saw that her face turned red with anger, he felt nothing
wrong. He was relieved.
"No wonder she's a spoiled girl."
Looking at the lively, energetic Tracy, who was struggling in pain just now, Brody couldn't help satirizing
her.
Tracy sensed the sarcasm in his voice and said coldly, "if you want to play the suicide game yourself, I
won't accompany you."
She shouted at him angrily.
She had reminded him of the danger at first, but he had ignored it.
Brody pursed his lips and said nothing.
He looked a little irritable and seemed not to quarrel with her.
"Tell me, what kind of agreement you have made," said Tracy reluctantly
She stared at the side face of Brody and said coldly. It seemed that she wouldn't give up if he didn't say
it today.
"Why do you have to get to the bottom of it?"
Brody turned his head, with his jaw tightened. His eyes were full of anger.
Seeing that Brody was in a bad mood, Tracy added insult to injury.
"You are a real man! How dare you!"
Brody's face was gloomy. He smiled coldly, "what do you think I'm going to do?"
"I don't know."
Tracy said through gritted teeth.
A light flashed in Brody's black eyes. He turned to her and said cruelly, "he realized his mistake. I made
him do all this just to pray to the tombstone. He can go there everyday to make three kowtow to the
tombstone."
"What?" Her words were like a thunderbolt from a blue sky, and Tracy shouted out in shock.
Her face turned pale in an instant, and her lips trembled. She looked at Brody incredulously.
"You..."
She was so shocked that she could hardly speak. Her chest was so tight as if she was about to
suffocate.
A pool of blood started to gather.
"Are you insane?" shouted Tracy.
Brody stared at her without batting an eye.
"You did it on purpose..."
After a long while, with a pale face, Tracy managed to squeeze out a few words from her throat.
Her body shivered and tears in her eyes fell down uncontrollably.
How could he
"Brody, don't be so naive. Juliet is dead and you can't bring her back to life. Why can't you just let it go?
I've done some investigations in secret, and found that there are many questionable points in Juliet's
death, but you're still so stubborn that you believed that it was really my father who killed her. "
Tracy shouted at Brody in a hoarse voice, as she was enduring great pain and grief.
She had almost lost her mind.
Brody didn't bother to make a scene. He kept motionless and looked at her coldly.
No matter what she said, he was indifferent as if he didn't hear it.
"Say something..."
Tracy was already in a bad mood, and became more desperate when she saw that Brody kept silent.
Brody stared at her and said coldly, "I just want him to admit his mistake. Don't do anything wrong to
him. We just hope your father can atone for his wrong doings as soon as possible. He prays to the
Juliet only for a reincarnation."
He said nonchalantly, taking no notice of how furious Tracy was.
"Superstitious? You believe all superstition?"
With a mocking look on her face.
It was true that she didn't expect that Brody would believe in Buddhism.
"Yes, I am superstitious."
Brody answered coldly.
A bitter and desperate smile emerged at the corners of Tracy's mouth. She stared at him with her
grieved eyes and said, "you're an evil, and you're a Buddhist?"
She felt like she had heard a big joke.
Brody didn't respond, but a cruel expression showed on his resolute face.
She looked at him and asked sadly, "what about the condition?"
"On condition that I will treat you well and no longer take revenge, can't you see it so obvious?"
He cast a scornful glance at her.
Tracy fixed her sad eyes on his resolute face and asked, "the same thing happened in the company,
didn't it? My father hand over the company to you. He makes an apology to you in front of the
tombstone and prays every day. He helps you to do as you ask him to do. Then, my father only asks
you to give up your revenge. Be good to me? this is it? 0"
While saying that, Tracy burst into tears all of a sudden.
She didn't know whether she should laugh or not. She was still crying.
It seemed that it was the first good joke she had heard since she was born.
That was a serious matter, but not childish.
More ridiculously, they were tormented by a dead woman.
Brody frowned and looked serious. He said seriously, "no, there's nothing to do with the company. It's
just business. Besides, it has nothing to do with Juliet."
Tracy looked up at him with pathetic eyes, as if she hadn't expected that he would tell her about the
truth so seriously.
However, all these seemed to have nothing to do with her.
"Can you imagine how much your father loves you now?" said Brody, looking at her with irony
"Love me?"
Tracy sneered, looking at Brody with glassy eyes.
"If he really loves me. He shouldn't have protected the murderer who had killed Juliet three years ago.
If he loved me, he would tell you the truth if he knew the situation. He would tell you everything that had
happened three years ago, and then I can take the liberty to divorce you. "
Brody's dark eyes paused for a while. Her words apparently brought back his unhappiness.
Tracy sadly looked at him and said in a serious tone, "do you really believe superstition? Reincarnation
of life and death? Does he really keep the Scriptures for keeping his mind pure? Will he really be able
to keep his pure and supercilious soul pure? "
Brody's eyes darkened. He fixed his eyes on her pale face and kept silent.
A wry smile tugged at the corner of Tracy's mouth. "Juliet is dead. If you keep on pestering her, you will
end up being tortured and self deception. Or you will end up being betrayed and betrayed by all your
family members and relatives."
She knew that Brody wouldn't love her. But she believed that one day when he turned back, he would
find how ridiculous this revenge was.
"Shut up."
Brody snorted and interrupted her.
Determination was written all over her face.
"Juliet's death is not that easy."
"He admitted it."
Brody interrupted her directly.
"You believe him? You just have too many grudges against him, so you insist that he is the murderer
and you have a prejudice against him. But obviously, the truth is obvious. I believe that there is nothing
to hide. If you randomly frame a murderer, Juliet will not have a peace of mind. "
Tracy said, her voice devoid of any emotions.
Anger, sadness, and pain... When they reached the extreme, they were numb.
For a moment, she had an illusion that her heart had stopped beating.
"Haha..."
Tracy sneered and didn't say anything more.
Wendy woke up at noon.
The pain as if all her bones were broken made her blush and heart beat quickly. She remembered what
had happened before.
She was shocked.
She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't.
She closed her eyes and the shutter was pushed away. The steady footsteps became more and more
clearer.
She was shocked and nervous.
With the footsteps closer and closer, Wendy felt as if a heavy stone was pressed on her heart, making
her difficult to breathe.
Her little hands were still tightly clenched until the figure came to the bedside.
The pain coming from her body from time to time made her heart tighten a bit.
"You'll pay for ignoring me."
The man threatened in a low and deep voice, Wendy was taken aback. Suppressing the turbulent
emotion in her heart, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at the hard and cold face.
Ben's eyes darkened and his expression became complicated, but his rigid and cold face softened.
He bent down, with his arms supporting his head at both sides. He focused his black eyes on her cute,
blushed face, and said wickedly, "do you have a feeling that your wish has come true?"
His hard and sexy lips curved into a beautiful smile.
Wendy's face turned red and was too angry to say anything.
Her heart was beating fast. She didn't know what to say.
Did she really have sex with him?
She even dared not imagine, a moment of regret flashed in her heart.
She did regret it. Now she found it incredible.
How could she be so casual
Wendy bit her lip hard and cursed himself in the bottom of her heart.
Ben bent over and looked at her with amusement. She was in silence, like a lovely girl after having sex.
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