Guinevere stared coldly at the man in front of him. “Calm down? How can I calm down?”
If Hayden was here, at least he could calm her down a little.
But now, she was facing a psychiatrist who was unfamiliar to her, so she vented all the anger on him. “Is
it you? Are you mocking me on purpose? You feel terrified seeing me like this, don‘t you?” “No, I...” He
ran out of words. This was beyond his professional capability. “I think I should call Dr. Quirk...” She
grabbed his phone and smashed it onto the floor. The black smartphone shattered into pieces.
The shards of glass were like her heart now, shattered and could never be glued back together again.
She knew she was not sick.
She was just sick at heart.
As long as Weston was by her side, everything would be fine.
But he was not.
Where was he?
At Lowe Garden.
Belle had packed her bags and was a little reluctant to leave the place.
But Guinevere was chasing after her, as if she wanted to kill her. Hence, she had no other way but to
leave first.
The good thing was that Ben had provided her with a temporary shelter and did not let her leave the city
for the time being.
The moment she left the house, a few bodyguards in black suits suddenly came up and surrounded her.
She was shocked. “Who are you?!”
“Belle, right? You‘d better cooperate, otherwise we shall not guarantee your safety!”
She was stunned for a moment and quickly looked back.
The main door was locked. This was the back door of Lowe Garden, and people rarely came here.
A bit frightened, she clutched her bag in her hand. “Who sent you here? What do you want?”
“You will answer some questions. If you give the correct answers, we will let you go.” “Go ahead, then.”
“Did Mr. Ford still come and look for you?”
The moment she heard the name, she understood everything. “Is Guinevere the one who sent you
here?” “Just answer us the questions and ignore the rest!”
She took a deep breath and said resignedly, “He‘s stopped coming since the last time Ms. Cohen came
and warned me... Trust me! I‘m nothing compared to Guinevere anyway, and he will certainly not go
against Ms. Cohen for someone like me. Please spare me!” She always knew when to say what kind of
words to avoid losses. The few people exchanged glances and suddenly walked up to her. “Are you sure
that Mr. Ford has not come to you during this time?” “You can ask my colleagues and friends if you don‘t
believe me!” She nearly kneeled down to them. “Please spare my life!” “Did Mr. Ford ever mention to you
where he would go lately?”
“I don‘t know. He never talked to me about personal matters, nor would he talk about his schedule. He
would ask me to sing and dance at most.”. They seemed to have understood something and exchanged
glances. “Threw her out.” She shouted immediately, “Don‘t do this to me, please! I will not appear in front
of Ms. Cohen again. Can you ask her to spare me...” She cried and screamed. Nevertheless, no one
paid any attention to her and tied her up straight away. Half an hour later, in the suburbs, a black car
stopped, and a person was thrown out of it before it sped away. Belle got up on her feet. She did not
expect Guinevere to be so ruthless as to dump her in such a place, leaving her to fend for herself!
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