Chapter 240
As four figures dressed in white lab coats entered the room, carrying boxes that looked like medical supplies, the pungent smell of chemicals grew more intense with each step.
“Is this the one! The man in the lead, clad in a white coat, asked.
Without hesitation, the agent rushed forward and pointed at Francis. “This is him. All the indicators match. Now, can we proceed with the organ removal!”
“What organ removal” Francis’s voice shook with disbelief as his panic escalated. “So, this whole time, you’ve been with me… for my organs? You’re my agent, and you’re helping her betray me? Do you know this is illegal? Do you even
I’m an international model. If something happens to me, the company won’t let you off. If I disappear, my fans will ask questions!” He struggled furiously, shouting in defiance.
The agent sneered and let out a bitter laugh. Slowly, she removed her sunglasses and tucked them into the collar of her shirt
“Company?” She scoffed. I’ve already canceled your contract. The penalty fees were deducted from your account. As for your fans! I’ve already told them you’ve retired, that you’re going home to get married and have children.
“You’re an orphan, remember? No real parents. Your foster parents will think you’re a cold–hearted wolf who ran off the moment you got famous They won’t care about you.
“And my sister–she’s already tom ties with them. She told them you broke up with them for love, and that’s why you’re disappearing The agent’s voice dripped with malice as she spoke.
Her laughter echoed throughout the villa, a cruel reminder of what was to come
Francis’s eyes darted to the girl in the white dress, his heart racing. “Is everything she said true? You told me you loved me, that you’d marry me and stay by my side until we grew old. His voice cracked with the shock of realization.
“You really think I’d waste my time with you?” the girl sneered. “She’s my brother’s fiancee. You were nothing more than a pawn in our game, a way to trap you and pull you down from your pedestal.”
“You’ll vanish from public view–no one will ever notice you’re gone… Now that you’ve outlived
your
usefulness.”
Francis’s heart sank
Everything was unfolding exactly as Odalys had predicted. He hadn’t imagined that his agent would be the mastermind behind this twisted scheme. Everything had been carefully orchestrated….
“So, when I hurt my hand and you took me to the clinic for treatment, it wasn’t for care–it was to match my organs, wasn’t it?” Francis’s voice trembled with a hollow laugh, his eyes filled with hopelessness.
The girl stepped closer, her gaze still soft, but her words were venomous. “Now that you know, it’s time to die.”
Her sweet expression contrasted with the malicious intent behind her words. Without waiting, the men in white coats approached opening their boxes to reveal neatly arranged surgical instruments,
One box contained what looked like organ transport containers, all chillingly prepared for what was about to transpire.
Francis lay still, utterly defeated, as the bodyguards held him down. A strange calmness overcame him. He stared at everyone in the room, his eyes empty, resigned.
Time’s running out, let’s induce brain death immediately, one of the men said.
He prepared a syringe and aimed it at Francis’s arm, pushing the needle toward his skin.
But just as the needle made contact, something invisible seemed to block it. The man tried to push harder, but with a sharp snap, the needle broke.
“What the hell?” The man stepped back, eyes wide with shock.
The others were equally stunned. The lead man wasn’t about to give u up. He grabbed another syringe, filled
edit with the drug, and aimed directly for Francis’s neck. But as the needle neared his skin, Francis didn’t feel the pain.
With a sudden explosion, the syringe shattered in the man’s hand, and the drug splashed into his face, blinding him.
The man screamed, clutching his face and scrambling backward, but blood oozed from one of his eyes. He panicked, desperately washing his eyes,
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but the continued to poor, dripping down his face.
“My eve My eve” The man ered his voice filled with agony as the fiery pain coursed through him.
“Shit, what the hell is going on? The others were clearly rattled, their fear growing
One of them, unwilling to relent, pulled out a scalpel and moved in to cut Francis. But just as he lunged, Francis broke free from the bodyguards, dodging the attack
Kirab him! I don’t believe we can’t finish him oth? another num shouted
The agent and the cul in white, equally horrified, urged the bodyguards to act fast. “Hold him down, kill him now. Don’t let him get away.”
won’t let you the agent snarled, her resolve hardening
She charged forward, but just as she moved, the broken needle from earlier found its way under her shoe and jabbed into her foot.
She velped in pain, pulling her foot back, only to realize the needle had pierced her shoe and her foot.
As she staggered backward, the surgical scalpel on the nearby table fell to the ground with a loud clatter.
The girl in white rushed forward, trying to catch the falling scalpel, but as she grabbed it, the blade sliced across her wrist.
Blood poured from the wound, splattering onto the floor. Her face contorted in pain, and she screamed as the blood flowed freely, clearly from an
Her white dress was instantly stained red, the blood soaking into the fabric. The agent rushed over, attempting to stop the bleeding. “Doctor, get her to stop the bleeding” she shouted frantically
But as she knelt beside her, she suddenly froze. Looking down, she realized that in her panic, she had stepped on the discarded surgical blade. which had punctured her shoe and embedded itself in her foot.
She screamed in horror, stumbling back and falling onto the broken needle from earlier, which jabbed deep into her body.
The villa erupted into chaos
The sound of a window crashing open echoed through the room, followed by a figure leaping inside.
Odalys grabbed Francis’s shoulder and threw him aside, then kicked one of the bodyguards hard, sending him flying
“Talk about arrogant, Stellan muttered, also climbing through the window. He grabbed a nearby chair and threw it at another of the men in white.
The man dodged, but the villa was now in complete disarray
“Don’t rush it, aim the camera” Selah shouted, her voice calm yet urgent.
Freya, nervously swallowing, held up her phone and began filming “Got it, I’m aiming right at their faces”
Both of them, phones in hand, were live–streaming everything. From the moment Odalys dragged Francis into the room, the livestream had been running. They’d even tagged the police, who were already on their way,
The sound of sirens grew louder as police officers stormed the villa, guns drawn, tackling the bodyguards to the ground. The men in white coats panicked, realizing they had no way out.
