Love Unspoken

Getty screamed as the man dragged her by the hair and threw her to the ground, leaving her dizzy.

"Who are you! Why are you chasing me?" Getty covered her head, crying with a strong sense of interrogation. The man chuckled, the night was too dark for Getty to see their faces clearly.

He said, "You don't need to know who we are. We will take you to make money. What are you afraid of?"

"Who likes your money!" Getty said impatiently.

She had plenty of money to spend. She couldn't care less about their money.

The man rasped, "Blowing hot air. It seems like you have a lot of money on you, so how about lending us some to spend?"

Getty took a deep breath and nervously asked, "How much do you need?"

He asked, "How much do you have?"

Getty continued, "If I give you money, will you let me go?"

The man laughed, "It depends on whether your money is enough to buy your life. Where's the money? Show it to us."

Getty pointed to the bag, "It's all in bag, there's a card inside, should be worth five million. With this much money, you should let me go, right?"

The two men were stunned to hear five million, as they exchanged a glance, understanding immediately.

It seemed that this woman was indeed wealthy, which meant more trouble.

If they let her go, they would be in trouble, so they might as well be thorough.

The man picked up the bag, pulling out a bank card from it, and asking, "What's the password?"

She answered, "One to six."

"If you dare to deceive me, you're dead." The man said, pulling out a dagger from somewhere.

Getty looked at the dagger, nervously swallowed, no longer daring to be arrogant, "It's not a lie, I didn't deceive you, you can check. Please let me go, I beg you!"

The man chuckled, "Let you go, and then you go to the police?"

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Getty shook her head repeatedly, "I won't go to the police, really!"

But the man didn't believe her, grabbed her hair, "Then we can't let you go, miss. Blame your bad luck, we'll take this card."

Getty's pupils contracted, looking at the man in disbelief.

This time she finally saw clearly which the man had a scar on his face who looked fierce and terrifying, it' svery intimidating.

Getty couldn't believe that she was about to die, especially in here.

She felt an overwhelming sense of collapse and despair, hoping that someone would come to save her...

The man raised the dagger, the light from the wall lamp shining on the blade which reflected a fierce light, he rasped, "Goodbye, miss. If you die, don't come back as a ghost to haunt me."

A wave of panic surged over Getty that her heart clenched, and she closed her eyes, struggling for the last time.

She screamed, "Alexander, save me!!!"

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This was the only prayer she could make at this moment.

And just as she shouted these words, she suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, along with a muffled groan from the man.

Getty's heart pounded wildly, she slowly opened her eyes and saw the two men who had been standing there, now lying on the ground.

Standing in front of her was a tall figure and his back to Getty, but she still recognized him at a glance.

Tears streamed down Getty's face as she choked out, "Alexander."

But the man didn't turn around.

The two men on the ground slowly got up, gripping the knives in their hands, warily watching Alexander, "Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that. Who sent you?" Alexander retorted.

The two men were taken aback by his words, staring at Alexander in surprise, but still tried to argue, "No one sent us, we just wanted to make some money. Stop the nonsense, give us the money and you two can leave, no money and you two die!"

Alexander sneered, "No one? No one sent you, yet you target her as soon as she get off the plane?"

The two men's faces turned even uglier.