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Due to an excessive workload at the Savrelle Group, Alaric had to go
back to deal with it.
Private island, dusk.
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On the third day after Alaric left, Sylvie stood by the French window, watching as the last ray of sunlight on the distant horizon was swallowed
- up.
The servant came in quietly and set down a cup of warm milk. “Mrs. Savrelle, would you like some?”
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Sylvie didn’t move, asked, “When did he come back?”
“Mr. Savrelle said he would deal with the company’s affairs and then…”
“Bang!”
The glass cup smashed against the wall, shards flying everywhere, spilling milk all over the floor.
“I am not Mrs. Savrelle,” Sylvie sneered, “Get out.”
The servant was so scared that he backed out.
Sylvie bent down and picked up the sharpest piece of glass.
At the same time, the Savrelle Group.
In the meeting room, Alaric sat at the head of the table, listening to the executives‘ reports, absentmindedly tapping on the screen of his phone.
On the screen were the surveillance screenshots he received last night –
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Sylvie standing on the beach, looking at the distant sea level, her back figure so fragile as if it could be blown away by the sea breeze at any
moment.
“Mr. Savrelle? This merger case…”
“Delay,” he suddenly stood up, “Prepare the car, we’re going to the airport.”
The assistant was taken aback, “But the board of directors…”
“I said, now.”
The runway.
Alaric’s private plane had just landed when he quickly walked down the
gangway.
They hadn’t seen each other for three days, and he missed her like crazy.
“Mr. Savrelle, the gifts are all ready,” the assistant followed behind, holding several exquisite gift boxes in her hands, “the blue diamond necklace you wanted, and also Mrs. Savrelle’s favorite—”
“Where is Mrs. Savrelle?” Alaric interrupted.
“In the master bedroom…”
The servant’s hesitant manner made him feel uneasy.
Alaric’s face changed suddenly, and he ran towards the villa in large strides.
Master bedroom.
The door was kicked open suddenly.
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Sylvie sat on the edge of the bed, a shocking blood mark on her wrist. Fresh blood dripped onto the carpet from her fingertips, creating a dark red stain.
Alaric’s pupils constricted as he rushed forward and grabbed her wrist, saying, “If you dare to die, I will make the entire Garrow family accompany you.”
Sylvie looked up, her pale face bearing a mocking smile. “How far are you willing to go to let me go?”
‘Tell me you love me.”
“Daydreaming!”
Alaric stared at her and suddenly smiled.
That smile sent a chill down Sylvie’s spine.
He let go of her and turned to his assistant, saying, “Connect with the global media now.”
The assistant was taken aback. “Mr. Savrelle, are you saying-”
“Live streaming,” Alaric paused between each word, “my and Syl’s wedding.”
Ten minutes later.
The camera focused on the floor–to–ceiling window in the master bedroom.
Alaric changed into a black suit, while Sylvie was forcibly put into a wedding dress, her wrist wound covered by a ribbon.
“Started.”
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At the moment when the live signal was connected, the homepages of major media outlets around the world simultaneously displayed this sudden “wedding“.
Alaric grabbed Sylvie’s waist and kissed her.
Sylvie struggled and fiercely bit through his lips.
Fresh blood slid down his lips, dripping onto her wedding dress.
The live broadcast suddenly stopped, but it was already too late.
The whole internet exploded.
“Alaric!” Sylvie pushed him away, her lips stained with his blood. “Are you crazy?!”
Alaric wiped away the bloodstains with a smile and said, “Now, the whole world knows you belong to me.”
Sylvie looked at him and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Was this paranoid man, driven to madness, really the Alaric she had once loved?
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