The sky was dark, and there was heavy traffic downstairs.
This winter seemed to be extra cold because the wind was bone-piercing.
Nicole felt hungry.
She saw someone in the convenience store across the street downstairs eating a hot dog. She was very
tempted.
Nicole had not eaten a hot dog in years.
She suddenly got an appetite. After some thought, she chose to give up the hotel’s five-star chef’s
handiwork.
Nicole put on her jacket, grabbed her purse and phone, and went downstairs dressed casually and
comfortably.
When she got to the convenience store, she completely forgot about her regular diet. The smell of the
hotdog was really enticing. She sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and wolfed down the hotdog.
After eating, she sat for a while longer and watched as the cars outside gradually diminished.
The glow of the streetlights permeated with a chill. Nicole got up and left.
Before she could cross the street, the traffic light on the pedestrian crossing changed to red.
Nicole stopped on the sidewalk. There was silence all around.
Her phone suddenly rang. It was Jacob Cook. She frowned and picked it up. “Mr. Cook…”
“Ms. Stanton, the police just came here to investigate all the surveillance footage of the project. They
found a suspicious point. The construction accident site was surrounded by people, but there’s a
suspicious person who was responsible for the transportation of the tower crane a t high places. This
person will just stay not more than a few days before leaving the site. Before every incident, he’ll be
there…”
Nicole held her breath. Sure enough, those incidents were most likely not accidents.
The traffic light across the street turned green.
Nicole said as she walked, “Do you know who it is? If he appears every time, he’s likely to be a local…”
Suddenly, a light on the side flashed. There was also a loud roar of an engine.
Nicole shuddered and looked to the side. The blinding light made her dizzy for a moment.
The person on the phone continued to speak, “The police have begun to investigate. That person has a
clear scar on his face, so he’s likely to be an assassin hired by Lincoln Zelman…”
Nicole’s ears buzzed. It was unclear if she heard what Jacob said.
The oncoming big truck was extremely fast, too fast that she could not react.
However, she could accurately see the person driving… As well as the scars on his face! In that instant,
the honk and the cold wind seemed to sweep her away and swallow her up. Everything around her
suddenly fell silent.
The truck rammed straight into Nicole.
Nicole’s heart stopped for a moment. She felt like her whole body was drained of strength, but her
subconscious reflex was faster by a fraction of a second compared to ordinary people.
Suddenly, she backed up and tilted her entire body backward.
However, the strong wind around the huge truck seemed to wrap her underneath it. The cold wind mixed
with the hot exhaust rushed over to her.
Her complexion was paperwhite.
Suddenly, a big hand behind her tugged on her arm. It was firm and warm, broad and steady. She felt
like she was being pulled out of hell, like she was pulled back from the dead. She was drenched in a cold
sweat.
The truck roared away. Nicole fell to the ground and heard some part of her body break. Her body
twitched in pain.
She was not so lucky this time to have Eric pushing her away from the back.
The real pain hit her. After the numbness faded, she felt a cramping, bone-piercing pain.
Her eyes dimmed, and her mind was dizzy. The surroundings felt extremely silent.
She could not speak, but her eyes were looking at the sky.
The man behind her picked her up. His voice was vaguely familiar.
Nicole struggled to distinguish it. It was Clayton Sloan. “Nicole, don’t fall asleep! You’ll be at the hospital
soon…” She had never seen this side of Clayton. His mask of warmth and modesty was removed. He
looked frantic with scarlet eyes as he held her shoulders carefully and firmly.
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