You Are the Cinnabar in My Heart

How Could You Not Want Me

Just as Emma Wilson thought of turning around, a man brutally tore off her dress. The already scanty, sexy dress was wholly ripped apart, revealing her perfect figure to the three men.

The three men, beholding this provocative scene, even started to bleed from their noses.

Emma Wilson, covering her chest, cried out loudly in fear, "Please let me go; I'll give you money as much as you want!"

Seeing the men unmoved, she offered, "Three hundred thousand! A hundred thousand each for you."

The man who tore her dress grinned lewdly, "We don't want money. Mr. Carter will pay and said that once we do the job, he'll set us up in his place. We'll have all the money and women we want."

Hearing James Carter's name again, Emma Wilson was left with only despair and intense hatred. She honestly hadn't expected James Carter to be so heartless.

Biting her teeth, she raised her offer, "Three million, a million each! Think about it: you'll never earn this much in your lifetime. Enjoy the money wherever you want; please let me go."

The man's lecherous smile grew even more vulgar, "Don't worry, soon you'll be begging us to let you go."

"Hey, number three, stop wasting time talking to her; I can't take it anymore," another man said.

Emma Wilson grew even more terrified, backing away, "Don't come any closer!"

But the men didn't heed her words, swarming over her, and soon Emma Wilson's screams filled the air.

---

James Carter watched the scene on the screen, then had Chris Cloud turn it off, out of sight, out of mind.

He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, standing there for a long time before turning back to look at Chris Cloud, his expression unnaturally grave, "Chris."

"President."

James Carter turned back to look downstairs, "Go check the child that Lily aborted; find out whose it was."

Chris Cloud almost instinctively wanted to say: Of course, it's yours because she always loved you and could never betray you.

But then he thought it better to convince James Carter with evidence and left after acknowledging.

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Hospital room.

Seeing Mark Johnson suddenly appear, Lily was puzzled, "Who are you?"

"Lily, don't you remember me?" Mark Johnson looked hurt, "How could you forget me? I'm the one you love."

Lily grew more confused, "The person I love is my husband, James Carter; I don't know who you are."

"Lily, it's me you love; James Carter is the one you should hate; he killed our child with his own hands."

Lily shook her head, her mind in turmoil, scenes unfamiliar like a playback in her mind, yet she couldn't grasp any.

"I don't know what you're talking about; the person I love is James Carter; we're married, we don't have any children, and I don't know you." Glutching her head as if to split, Lily kept repeating this line as if self-hypnotizing.

"No, Lily, it's us who are in love. It was James Carter's interference that killed our child, and he caused your car accident and memory loss," Mark Johnson said, moving closer to Lily.

"Lily, how could you forget me? What am I supposed to do without you?" Mark Johnson grabbed Lily's hand, "Lily, you can't be so cruel; how could you not want me?"