The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1964

Drew's pupils contracted in shock for a split second. Then his battle hardened mind immediately steadied.

On the other hand, lan, the driver, was almost scared out of his wits. He screamed, "Oh my God!"

Justin's eyes grew cold, and he held Bella tightly while cupping the back of her head, burying her small face in his chest.

"Bella, don't look."

He did not want Bella to get scared, as he feared it would worsen her condition.

However, the man did not know that Bella herself was a fearless demon. She had encountered the most brutal scenes on the battlefield, so nothing could scare her.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

At this moment, she was not terrified, but she was curious.

"Damn, do scammers go all out nowadays? He even had such ghost-like makeup on. It's kind of scary." Drew's eyes were sharp as he opened the car door. "I'll go down and check it out. He'd better be injured. If not, I'll make him!"

But before Drew could step out, that man had jumped off the car hood, flailing his arms and running away crazily!

They were in a relatively remote area with few passersby. But this weird man still attracted people's attention. They all kept a distance, not daring to approach him.

"Hahaha... Hahaha!"

The man laughed madly while running before he suddenly convulsed. Then his body stiffened, as if struck by lightning, falling backward with a thud.

The back of his head hit the edge of the pavement. Blood gushed out endlessly, dying the asphalt road red.

A few braver passersby walked up looking terrified, unsure whether to call an ambulance.

At this moment, although Bella could not think straight due to the fever, her nature as a doctor immediately kicked in when she saw someone being injured.

While the three men were distracted, she got out of the car.

"Bella!" Justin's heart tightened, and he quickly chased after her.

Bella squeezed through the crowd to the very front while wrapped in a blanket, kneeling to examine the man's condition like a professional doctor.

Beads of her sweat dripped on the floor, but she did not care.

Justin and Drew pushed through the crowd and rushed in, guarding her side.

At this time, Justin's gaze landed on the man's suit collar. His eyes darkened.

"Quick... Call the ambulance!" Someone shouted nervously.

"There's no need. Call the police." Bella had a heavy gaze as she took a deep breath. "He's already dead." The crowd was stunned and hurriedly backed away.

Ten minutes later, the police cars arrived and sealed off the scene. They carried the man, stiffer than a dried sardine, onto a stretcher and covered him with a white cloth.

Back in the car, Bella's sweat had almost drenched the blanket, but her complexion seemed a little better. "Bella, how do you feel? Are you okay?" Justin held her shoulder worriedly.

"I'm much better. I feel warm now." Bella twisted around, clearly thinking about something.

"Wrap yourself properly. You'd feel worse if you caught a cold." Justin's arms looped around her, afraid that she would be taking off the blanket.