The CEO Gets What He Wants
Chapter 121
“Help! Help me!” she shrieked at the sight of the slowly growing bloodstain.
Dylan was already dressed in a neatly pressed suit that his assistant had brought him and was calling someone with a cigar in his mouth. With a fox-like smile, he said, “I hope you can forgive me, dear cousin. I owed her brother a favor in jail and I didn't have anything else to repay him with. What do you know? His sister turns out to be a paparazzi.”
Milana, who was still sitting in her own pool of blood, simply watched open-mouthed as he walked past her, completely unbothered. It was as if he didn't even see the blood.
She fumbled for her own phone and realized she had turned it off, so she turned it on and tried to call for help.
Suddenly, a woman and two men walked into the room.
That woman was the exact same woman who had mistaken her for an escort yesterday and introduced her to Dylan. She looked at Milana coldly and said to the two men, “Dress her up and get her onto the car.”
The two men began walking toward her.
“What do you think you're doing?” Milana screeched, trying to avoid them.
The woman simply said, “If you don't want to die, you'd better do whatever we said. Otherwise, I have many ways to make sure you never leave this hotel alive. By then, no one can save you.”
Milana finally fell into a silent panic as she clutched her cramping stomach with both hands. With a pale face, she got dragged out and onto the car.
In the hospital, Milana had been put under anesthesia and sent in for an operation.
When she emerged and woke up from the anesthesia, the doctor told her that her child was gone.
“Should I inform your fiancé?” the woman asked, rubbing salt on the wound.
Milana lay on the hospital bed weakly, her stomach still cramping up in pain. However, what hurt her the most was the doctor's announcement of her never being able to have a child again because of her own doing.
When Zayne and Isabella finally rushed over, Zayne was completely calm compared to Isabella, who was in a state of anxiety.
He didn't feel anything for her anyway. To him, it didn't make a difference between whether or not he got cheated on. Either way, he was doing the same thing to Lola's husband.
Isabelle slapped Milana across the face the moment she walked into the hospital room.
Smack!
Milana had just fallen asleep and jolted up from the pain instantly.
Milana looked at Isabelle with her pale face. “What the hell? Did you forget to take your medicine today or something?”
Isabella lurched forward and slapped Milana continuously across the face. When her hands got tired, she began using her handbag to hit Milana as well.
“You shameless wh*re! How dare you lose my grandson because you couldn't keep it in your pants for one day?” Isabella wailed, tears streaming down her face. She was crying for her grandchild, who had died because the mother had been so promiscuous.
Isabella suddenly felt incredibly regretful that she had rushed to pay for this shameless woman's house.
In Trident Group, Nina had just gone to the pantry to answer her mother's call.
The pantry was empty and Nina had a frown on her face as she said, “The baby's already gone. Can you stop crying already? Just learn your lesson. It's not like there's anything else you can do.”
“My poor grandchild!”
“Your grandchild?” Nina said, speechless. “No offense, but you don't even know if the child is related to you.”
Back at the hospital, Isabella was walking to the bus station with her bag in hand. Her daughter's words had woken her up.
She had a point.
Isabella didn't even know if that unborn child belonged to her son or not.
She got onto the bus and still ended up crying anyway. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her only source of comfort was at the thought of how she would force that little b*tch to cough up the down payment of the house.
The bus continued driving on and stopped at a red light next to where a shopping mall seemed to be having some sort of promotional event.
Some older women on the bus began to talk loudly.
“That toilet paper is so cheap! Twenty for a whole box? Are they serious?”
“Those shoes are the exact same ones that my daughter and I came over here to try on! They were over eight hundred at the time even after discount, but they're only three hundred and ninety-nine now!”
Isabella glanced over.
She shouldn't have, though, because her eyes landed on someone she couldn't be more familiar with standing at the entrance and handing out flyers.
“Wait, wait! I'm getting off here!” Isabella yelled. The driver kept saying that it wasn't a drop-off point and that she had to wait for the next stop, but Isabella wouldn't have it.
She finally fought her way off the bus and walked over to Avery sneakily, making sure that it was her before saying anything.
“Hello! Please check out these promotions that we're having today,” Avery would say to passersby as per the instructions her boss had given.
Isabella hid behind a sign board and took a picture of Avery to send to Nina, asking what was going on.