Blood Oath: Forever Yours

As soon as the last syllable fell from the tip of his tongue, the men who had caught Charlotte lifted her and dragged her away.

"Let go of me! What are you doing? Let go..."

The next second, Charlotte felt that she was in the mid-air -- she was tossed away.

Bang!

She fell into a pit.

As soon as she fell in, she felt soil smashed above her instantly. It fell on her head, body, and face.

When she cried out for help, her mouth was fulfilled with the soil.

Charlotte trembled crazily.

Both of her hands were tied up. Gritting her teeth, she kept bumping the pit wall. Whenever she tried to climb up, she was smashed down by the soil that constantly fell on her.

The soil had become thicker and thicker around her.

Her legs were covered by the heavy soil. Gradually, she lost her strength to struggle. As the soil accumulated in the pit, her breath became weaker and weaker. At this moment, she finally understood.

Allison offered her such a way to die because Allison wanted her to experience the long and winding process from alive to death while losing her breath bit by bit.

She felt suffocated.

When she gradually lost her consciousness, she faintly heard a wheelchair approaching from afar leisurely.

Then a few figures flashed. Those men who were busying burying Charlotte with the soil were all knocked down on the ground.

"Pak!" Suddenly, the surrounding area was lit up by the dazzling lights.

Lawrence was sitting in his wheelchair, which was pushed by Jeffrey, followed by the tall and strong Raymond.

Next to Charlotte, a few men were pressed on the ground with their heads stamped. They kept struggling and creeping on the ground, begging Lawrence for mercy. "Mr. Harris, please have mercy!"

"Mr. Harris, we are also ordered to do so. Please have mercy on us!"

"Mr. Harris, we won't do it again! This lady is still breathing. You can still save her. Mr. Harris..."

As if she had heard the familiar name, Charlotte opened her eyes in difficulty.

Seeing the figure in the wheelchair, she felt a stressful pang in her heart.

It was Lawrence.

Whenever she was so close to Hell and struggling in pain, she would see him at the most critical moment.

Charlotte struggled to speak, but she could only utter a short syllable in difficulty while parting her lips.

"Lan..."

Under the light, Lawrence looked

terribly gloomy, emanating an aggressive coldness. His eyes starting at Charlotte were ascold as the arctic ice.

After a long while, he said coldly, "Push me over there."

Jeffery didn't have the guts to delay. In a hurry, he pushed the wheelchair forward.

Raymond also sped up to follow them.

When he reached Charlotte, he actively greeted her, "Miss Garcia, nice to see you again."

Since Raymond had appeared, a lot of things made sense.

It wasn't that Raymond rescued Charlotte because he was grateful to her. Instead, Lawrence had set her free in another way.

As he spoke, Raymond actively bent

over

Lat

Od walked to her. He h next to him whiting

his man

o the soil under Charlo

However, before he could reach Charlotte, his hand was stopped by Lawrence.

Raymond was startled, looking at Lawrence in confusion while frowning.

"What are you doing, Lance? If we don't save her now, she could die at any time."

Lawrence twitched his lips.

"Die? No. Charlotte Garcia is always lucky and strong."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to

hint at Jeffrey, who pushed his wheelchair forward. Then he slightly bent over and approached

BS eyes.

He asked, stressing each syllable, "Charlotte, how does it feel when dying?"☐☐☐☐