Chapter 1034:
Chloe and Eloise burst into laughter.
Elliott, however, remained stern. Dylan still charmed Christina effortlessly despite his lost memory; perhaps it would be best if he regained it soon. “Dylan stays committed to Christina even after he lost his memories.”
Chloe quickly took the opportunity to praise her brother.
Noticing a gleam in Dylan’s eyes, Eloise grew uneasy. She whispered, “Is he actually considering buying private jets or yachts for Christina?”.
At that, everyone’s attention shifted to Dylan.
Dylan’s gaze moved across them before settling on Christina, where he offered an innocent smile. “Chrissie wants them, and I will buy…”
Christina swiftly covered his lips.
Dylan didn’t resist; he merely studied her with a blend of innocence and curiosity.
Christina soothed him softly, “No, we won’t be buying those. I dislike them.”.
At this, Dylan gave a light nod, his dark eyes holding only Christina’s image.
Christina resolved not to bring anything up again until his memory returned, afraid he might try to purchase everything. “Let’s keep this from your grandmother for now, out of concern for her well-being. Maybe Dylan’s condition will improve in a few days,”.
she advised Chloe.
“Alright. Unless it becomes unavoidable, I won’t let Grandma hear about it. She’s aging; if she learns of my brother’s state, she might lose sleep over it night after night.”.
Chloe agreed firmly.
After chatting for a while, Christina saw them off. She stayed behind in the hospital ward to care for Dylan.
When Finlay opened his eyes, he discovered himself trapped inside an abandoned cellar. The moment his vision cleared, several rough-faced men loomed around him. The sight filled him with dread and terror.
A chilling, taunting voice echoed from behind, making Finlay jolt. “You’re awake.”.
The following instant, a gleaming blade pressed coldly against his face. The icy edge sank into his skin, sending a shiver through his bones and forcing him to tremble uncontrollably.
Finlay’s eyes locked on a dangerously handsome visage, the edges of which appeared sharply defined.
The man’s grin bore a cruel quality, though his eyes remained untouched by warmth. Those striking blue eyes glimmered with a vicious, predatory spark. He radiated an ominous force, akin to a fiend from a nightmare, sending Finlay’s chest hammering with dread.
Finlay didn’t recognize this man, nor could he fathom the reason this man had kidnapped him.
Terrence had lingered behind curtains, with his dealings publicly attributed to another name. Scarcely anyone knew he was the one calling the shots. Even fewer were aware of his true identity.
“You…”.
Finlay faltered, his voice breaking apart, his frame shuddering uncontrollably. “Who… Who are you?”
“Your concern shouldn’t be with my identity. What matters is that you targeted someone you shouldn’t have.”.
Terrence’s grin deepened with malice, and the murderous gleam in his stare sharpened into something savage and merciless. Finlay’s eyes widened as realization crashed over him. His voice quavered as he asked, “Are you tied to Skybreaker?”
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