Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 391



Chapter 391

Chapter 391 Leave Her Alone

Ron changed a lot throughout the years; Leah had never seen him apologize or beg for someone before.

She calmed herself down, and she said coldly, "We're just strangers; you don't need to make up for anything."

She still could not let go of the fact that he refused to save Carlotta, and he refused to let the two of them hide in his bar.

After all, she sacrificed a lot to save him.

Ron's face turned pale, and he motioned to the driver to drive to his bar. And he turned around and looked at her, and he said, "So, you would rather accept the help from someone like Donald than from me? Can't we go back to the way we were?"

"Let's talk this out; you would understand my choices back then."

Leah smiled in disappointment and said, "Let it be; there's nothing more to say."

She felt that she was in as much despair as he was.

When can he realize that I actually didn't feel much about his sudden hatred toward me?

Ron's eyes were dim, and his fists were clenched together. And he remained silent throughout the journey.

It was getting late, and she tried to get out of the car on the way to his bar. She was left with no choice but to text Carlotta.

"Carlotta, I'll be late tonight; please have your dinner and go to bed early."

"Mommy, are you with Uncle Hendrik again?" Carlotta replied shortly.

At that moment, Han walked into her room. Seeing him, Carlotta quickly turned off her computer screen and greeted him.

Han glanced at her phone and asked, "What's the matter, what did your mommy tell you?"

Carlotta did not want to hide it from him either, so she told him what happened.

"Alright, you should eat your dinner first." He frowned.

He called Ross after Carlotta went downstairs.

"Mr. Hendrik, what can I do for you?" Ross was eager to get a call from Hendrik.

Han asked him, "Is Ms. White still in the office?"

"No, I saw her being dragged into a luxury car. I thought it was your new car!" Ross did not think much about it.

Han's face crumpled and he said, "Track the location of Ms. White and the car now!" Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He felt uneasy; he intuitively felt that something bad would happen to her again.

He called the captain of the bodyguard who was in charge of protecting Leah while waiting for Ross to get back to him. "You idiot! You can't even protect one person."

The caption shivered as he could feel Han's murderous intention, and he quickly responded, "Boss! That's Ron from the underworld! He said he wanted to chat with Ms. White, but he took her away instead.

"We're following them now; it seems like Ron is bringing her to The Wave!"

Han knew that Ron would not kill Leah easily, so he sighed in relief.

But he still said sternly, "Protect her safety; this is your only chance to make an amendment."

In the night, they had arrived at The Wave. There were cars surrounding them.

The driver worked in the underworld too, so he alertly knew something was wrong. "We're being targeted!"

Ron's mood shifted from sad to angry. "Leave now!"

Seeing the matter was getting out of hand, Leah sighed, knowing she could not get back sooner.

Both sides fought against each other in an instant; there were gunshots and cars banging against each

other.

The bodyguards sent by Han quickly reported to Han.

"Boss! A party went after Ron; Ms. White is involved in it now."

"Go save her! I'll be there soon." He was restless; he simply grabbed a coat and strode outside.

After his departure, Carlotta returned to her room happily and continued to investigate Han and Hendrik on the internet.

With Han's bodyguards joining the fight, it did not make it any better.

There were too many people coming at Ron.

"Dammit!" Ron's car was smoking. He gritted his teeth and asked, "How much longer till our reinforcements arrive?"

I should have brought more men with me when I found her!

"Mr. Sanders, hand over Sarah, and we'll spare your life!"

His face darkened, and he protected her in his arms. He snorted, "Impossible!"

He regretted abandoning her and her daughter last time; he would make the same mistake again!

He looked at Leah, who was expressionless, and his heart hurt.

She seemed to be used to this kind of incident. What have you been through all these years without me?

She pushed him away lightly, and she distanced herself from him. "Just let me down."

She was not touched by his belated concern and protection.

All she felt was discomfort and resistance.

Ron thought that she was throwing a temper tantrum, and he tried to coax her by gently saying, "Come on, I'll protect you even if it costs my life."

"I'm not doing this to gain your sympathy or forgiveness, but I really want to do it for you."

Her face crumpled, and she answered, "I don't need anyone to sacrifice for me."

I would rather die myself than have someone die for me.

In the end, Ron's car was completely damaged in the middle of the road. They were surrounded by many cars.

"Just pull the trigger and do it once and for all." The killer directly pointed his gun at Leah.

Ron blocked her with his body; he stood in front of her and asked, "Who sent you all? Why are you all after her life?"

He tried to distract them to buy a little more time.

But the killers were not fooled; they pulled the trigger. "Go to hell!"

She pushed him, and they both rolled on the ground. She said expressionlessly, "That's enough; you should stop meddling in my business."

I should have died earlier; my only regret is not seeing Carlotta for the last time.

Han arrived at the moment where she risked her life saving Ron; he was furious.

The killers wanted to shoot again, but Han's men stopped them.

This time, the killers lost to Han's men, and they were sent to the police station.

Leah hugged her knees, helpless on the ground. She was waiting for death to bestow its blessing.

When she came back to her senses, the surroundings were completely quiet. She glanced up and saw someone walking up to her.

She froze upon seeing him. "Han…"


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