His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1304 A Truck Driver

Though Black saw how quickly Holley walked toward the man, he couldn't see the latter's face clearly.

Their behavior didn't display much intimacy, but Black still felt utterly uncomfortable and angry about

the vague relationship between Holley and the unfamiliar man.

The two seemed to be talking about something serious, but Black was too far away to eavesdrop on

anything. As upset as he was, he was close to rushing over to them and dragging the man away.

"Mr. Lu, there's a Cantonese restaurant around here. How about heading there for a bite?"

Seeing Charles keeping his distance as if he wanted to avoid her at all costs, Holley felt discontented

and deliberately approached him as subtly as she could.

"Okay," he said expressionlessly. Holley's small movements went unnoticed.

"Okay, let's go!" In a natural motion, Holley locked her arm with Charles' and leaned on him as if they

were a couple.

Immediately, Charles responded by pushing her away to free his hand, frowning at Holley in disgust.

As she stared at him, her mouth twitched in frustration.

Meanwhile, as Black watched Holley interlock her arm with the man's, anger took over him as he

ruthlessly slammed his fist against the steering wheel. At that moment, all he wanted to do was

interrogate Holley and give the man a beating.

His anger burned fiercely in his heart. If looks could kill, Black's eyes would have already pierced

through the man.

When Charles turned his body to sidestep away from Holley, Black finally saw his face.

'Charles Lu?' he wondered in surprise. In the past, Black had seen Charles attend some banquets

hand-in-hand with his wife. So he got the impression that Charles was a loyal man. Never would he

have expected to see Charles dating his girlfriend.

"Charles Lu!"

Gritting his teeth, Black couldn't help crying out.

At that moment, Black's heart was overcome with hatred. And he was determined to make Charles pay

with a hefty price.

Discreetly watching the couple walk into a nearby restaurant, Black didn't want to follow after them any

longer. He didn't want to see how them talking, laughing, or even hugging.

Each second seemed longer as it passed by, providing Black unlimited pain.

Left in a state of despair, he drove away as his hatred kept growing like weeds in midsummer. His self-

esteem was cruelly trampled down to almost nothing after he saw Holley with Charles. Feeling the way

he did, he couldn't get a break.

Meanwhile, at the restaurant, Holley wasn't getting the results she wanted.

After taking a look at the menu, Holley deliberately ordered a number of dishes that she knew Charles

liked. With a smile, she asked, "Charles, do you think this is enough for us to eat?"

His furrowed eyebrows didn't seem to relax for a second. Looking indifferently at the woman who

thought she was being clever and attentive, Charles could only feel bored down to his core. If he didn't

absolutely want to know who the source of the rumors was, he wouldn't subject himself to the woman's

nonsense.

"Come on, why did you bring me here?"

Basically, Charles could have already confirmed that there wasn't any clue in Holley's hand.

Deliberately pausing for a moment, Holley then said mysteriously, "I once heard a journalist say he

received someone's money and reported these rumors about Sheryl. But I don't know him. All I know is Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

that he works in Onion Newspaper. You can follow this lead to find out what you want to know."

Knowing that she had to give him something, she decided to dish out an unimportant fact. However,

Holley didn't find the journalist by herself. Instead, she assigned someone to make sure that Sheryl's

news was reported. So Charles would never be able to trace it back to her. As a safety measure, she

also had someone warn the journalist to ensure that Holley wouldn't get involved.

Listening to the so-called clue, Charles grinned in his heart without breaking his cold facade. Instead,

he pretended to look eager to uncover the truth so he could pay for the meal and rush out of the

restaurant.

His rude exit left Holley furious before she sighed and sat there in regret, wishing she hadn't said too

much too soon.

Seeing Charles' retreating figure, she coldly smiled.

'Okay, go find him! I promise you, you won't find anything out no matter how long you spend searching

for the truth.'

On the other end of things, Black was still sitting in his car, brewing his thoughts. Finally, he picked up

his phone and dialed someone.

"Terrence, help me find someone—an innocent who has nothing to do with us."

"A piece of cake. But what do you want him to do?" the person on the other end of the line casually

answered.

"Kill a person," Black ruthlessly responded.

When he said the name of his target, Black was surprised to hear that Terrence wasn't immediately on

board.

"What's wrong? You won't do what I say? Do you need me to call my father?" Black questioned loudly,

annoyed by Terrence's hesitation.

Even if it had been ages since Rex was involved in anything underground, his name still made some

people shudder.

Terrence had no desire to provoke the dangerous character.

"No, no, you don't need to disturb your father." With the threat of getting Rex involved, Terrence

immediately agreed to the task. His tone, however, was no longer as casual as before.

Charles Lu was no ordinary man. His company was one of the strongest in the city. It was no wonder

that Terrence would be worried about targeting him—his own life might be put on the line.

"Okay, don't worry too much. After you do what I ask, rest assured, you'll be satisfied with the reward."

As he ended the call, Black smiled with sinister.

'Charles Lu, your existence in this world will be ending soon.'

In an alley lived an ordinary family.

The head of this family was a truck driver named Stuart Liu. His daughter, who suffered from leukemia,

had to undergo surgery, which the family had no means to afford—they were driven into an impasse.

One afternoon, a man wearing sunglasses found the truck driver. It was Terrence.

"If you're willing to help me do something, your family will get a million after it's done. I'll make sure your

daughter receives the best treatment. What do you think?" The bait he threw Stuart Liu was too good to

deny.

"What do you want me to do? How do I know I can trust you? How can I be sure you'll follow through

with your promise?" If he could receive such an award, Stuart Liu knew the price must be

correspondingly high. He didn't believe in free lunches so he looked at Terrence skeptically.