Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

It was Charles White!

As the footsteps got closer and clearer, Winnie couldn’t help but hold her breath as she stared unblinkingly at the door.

The next moment, the door opened from the outside.

Winnie saw Charles White, perhaps because too excited, there is a line of tears flowing down.

Charles White’s face is as cold as frost, surrounded by a layer of hostility, his eyes are also cold, a look at people can make the other side of the heart scared.

He saw Winnie, without a word of nonsense, straight to the point: “What is it?”

“I … want you to help me …”

Winnie couldn’t help but shiver, and didn’t dare to meet Charles White’s eyes when she spoke, her head bowed and her voice trembling.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Heh.”

Charles White sneered, sneering and disdainful.

“You think I’m that kind?”

How dare she beg him for help when he’s already been so merciful in letting Winnie live?

“If Fredrick hadn’t lied to me, I wouldn’t have listened with him and ruined your relationship with your wife, I really wasn’t … Well …”

She didn’t have time to finish her words before Charles White choked her fiercely.

Charles White’s eyes were sinister, like a sharp knife that wanted to cut her to pieces.

Winnie’s face turned white and her lips lost their color.

“How dare you mention her! You’re tired of living, aren’t you?”

The force of Charles White’s hand increased, and Winnie’s breathing became more and more difficult.

Just when she thought she was about to die at Charles White’s hands, the shackles around her neck were violently removed.

She fell back onto the bed, coughing violently and breathing heavily and greedily.

Charles White gave her a disgusted look and took out his handkerchief to wipe his hands repeatedly, as if he had stuck to something dirty.

“I know you hate me …” Winnie’s voice was weaker, her face regaining some of its blood, though she was struggling to say each word, “Charles White, just think of me as Please, please help me, I just need a chance, and when I’ve had my revenge, I’ll be at your disposal.”

“Why should I help you?” Charles White sneered and moved closer to Winnie, “You know, I hate to kill you with my own hands.”

Winnie closed her eyes in fear, her heart beating so fast it seemed as if it was going to jump out of her chest the next moment, and her palms broke out in a cold sweat, wetting the sheets beneath her.

“I … I …”

Winnie swallowed, “You help me, I’ll help you and Matthew Grant against Fredrick, or … I’d rather die …”

That was her last bargaining chip.

She could about guess what Charles White and Matthew Grant were doing, so they still needed her.

Even though it might make Charles White furious, she still had to take a gamble.

Sure enough, the next moment Charles White’s face darkened to the extreme and his eyes stared at her harshly.

Winnie’s heart missed a few beats and her face paled once again.

Charles White suddenly smiled, but there was a freezing coldness in his eyes.

“Very well,” his voice was somber, with a rueful anger suppressed underneath, “Winnie, I hope you won’t regret it.”

After saying this, Charles White didn’t give her another look and left the room with a big stride.

Boom!

The door was thrown shut by him with great force, scaring Winnie into another shiver.

Winnie stared blankly ahead until she could not hear Charles White’s footsteps at all, and then she let out a sigh of relief.

She was so disconnected that her whole body collapsed on the hospital bed, breathing heavily.

The aftermath was nothing like this.

She knew that she had won the bet.

Although Charles White would not let her go afterwards, all in all, she could have her revenge.

A tear slid down her face, and Winnie smiled softly.