The Beauty and the Brain

Chapter 207

Chapter 207

After more than an hour, Gavin walked out and said, “There are too many wounds and excessive blood

loss on his body, but it has stabilized. It may take three to five days before he wakes up. Don’t worry.”

Clayton letting out a sigh of relief. Marie took a step forward and asked in a trembling voice, “He… that

means… he’s fine, isn’t it?”

Gavin nodded and said, “Marie, Dennis is fine now.”

With a smile, Marie fell to the ground. Gavin reached out to held her up, but Clayton stopped him and

said, “Don’t worry about her.”

Gavin frowned and asked, “What do you mean, Clayton?”

With a cold expression, Clayton replied, “Literally.”

When Clayton’s men walked in and dragged Marie away, Gavin was anxious and shouted, “Clayton,

Marie is

Dennis’s fiancée. How could you do this to her!”

With a furious look on his face, Clayton said, “If it weren’t for her, Dennis wouldn’t have been hurt like

this!”

“Clayton! When Dennis wakes up, if a hair is missing from Marie’s head, he will turn against you!”

Gavin said

exasperatedly.

Clayton turned around, his expression icy and resolute, and stated, “I would prefer him to turn against

me

rather than allowing someone like Rose, an assassin, to remain by his side.”

When Marie regained consciousness, she found herself confined in a cramped and dimly lit room.

Despite Clayton being the one who had locked her up, he did not subject her to any form of torture. In

fact, he

arranged for someone to administer intravenous injections and ensured she received three meals daily,

punctually. The only restraints she had were handcuffs securely fastened around her wrists.

Marle was nestled in this small dark room. She didn’t know day or night and she couldn’t eat anything.

Before

she met Dennis, she couldn’t eat anything.

When Clayton came to question her, she was lying on the bed in a daze. Clayton arranged a chair and

sat

down. He asked, “Should I call you Ms. Spence or Ms. Rose?”

Staring at the ceiling, Marie remained silent.

Clayton sighed and said, “Ms. Spence, I didn’t torture you. I’m not interested in beating up wornen at

all. I just

want to know what you’re doing by staying with Dennis.*

Marie sat up from the bed, hugged her knees, looked at Clayton, and asked, “If I give you an answer,

can I see

Gavin?”

Clayton nodded. “Sure.”

Marie smiled like a child who had received candy and said, “I love him, so I stayed by his side.”

Clayton frowned and asked, “You’re Rose, aren’t you? Although I don’t have any more information, I’m

sure

you’re not that Ms. Spence from the Spence family.”

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With her head tilted, Marie smiled and said, “I want to tell Dennis about this first, and then he can tell

you,

okay?”

Clayton stood up and walked toward the door. Suddenly, he asked, “Did you really murdered Landon?”

Marie nodded with a faint smile. “Yes, it was me. I was the sniper, both at that moment and in the

warehouse.

along the coast.”

This answer had solved most of Clayton’s questions. He paused and said, “I’ll ask Gavin to come

over.”

“Thank you.” The girl’s soft voice came from behind, completely different from what Driscoll’s

subordinates

described as cold-blooded and cruel.

After waiting in bed for five minutes, the door was opened again. Gavin walked in and asked, “Are you

okay,

Marie?”

Marie poked her head out of the door and asked, “Is it sunny?”

Gavin was stunned for a moment before realizing that she couldn’t see the weather outside in the dim

room.

He nodded and said, “Yes, the weather is good.”

Narrowing her eyes, Marie smiled and asked, “Gavin, how is Dennis?”

Gavin also smiled at her and said, “Don’t worry, Dennis is fine. The wound is not critical. He will wake

up in

the next two days.”

Marie let out a long sigh and said, “That’s good, that’s good.”

“Marie, are… are you really Rose?” Gavin asked hesitantly.

Marie smiled, lowered her head, and said, “I want to tell Dennis first.”

Gavin nodded in understanding.

He felt that Marie was a very unique girl. She was a completely cold-blooded assassin when she was

obviously in a life-and-death situation with Dennis. She was so skillful in disguise and murdering. But

when

Dennis was in danger, she almost lost her mind and begged them to save Dennis.

But now that Dennis was fine, Marie suddenly calmed down. Even if she was locked up here by

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person again.

After Gavin left, the small room fell into darkness and silence again. After waiting for a long time, the

door

was opened. A figure flashed in, sat on a chair, and said, “Shall we go?”

With her head lowered, Marie drew circles on the bed with her fingers and said, “Kate, I haven’t seen

him get better yet.”

Kate sighed and said, “Marie, what if Clayton decides to end you?”

Marie smiled and said, “But I still want to see him again. I don’t want to run away.”

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“Marie, after you escape, you will have many opportunities to see him in the future. Be good, okay?”

Kate

said.

As soon as they got off the plane, they spied on this side, and it was not easy to find out where Marie

was.

Everything was ready now, and they just needed to wait for a good chance to take her away.

Marie lowered her head and was silent for a long time before saying, “I’ll leave tomorrow night, okay?

I’ll wait

another day.”

Kate sighed and said, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.”

Marie nodded. A gust of wind blew, and the door closed again. Kate disappeared without a trace, as if

she

had never been here before.

It was midnight when Dennis woke up in a daze. He struggled to sit up from the bed, and the wounds

on his

body were still very painful. He looked around, and this was Clayton’s base,

But he had no idea when he came back. The last thing he remembered was Marie crying and begging

him not

to leave with tears all over her face.

Dennis raised his hand and pressed the call bell beside the bed. The door was pushed open, and

Cullen rushed in. When he saw that Dennis was awake, his eyes were red, and he said, “Mr. Whitney,

you’re finally

awake!”

Dennis glanced at Cullen’s bandaged arm and said, “Why are you crying? I’m not dead yet!”

Cullen wiped the corners of his eyes and said, “I’m not crying, I’m not crying…”

“Cullen, where’s Marie?” Dennis asked.

Cullen was a little hesitant. Before he could speak, Clayton and Gavin came in. Everyone was happy to

see that Dennis was awake. Gavin was in a hurry to give Dennis a checkup, and Clayton drove Cullen

away, not allowing him to mention the matter of Marie.

After the checkup, it was already the middle of the night. Clayton offered words of reassurance to

Dennis, attempting to console him. “Don’t worry, Ms. Spence is doing well. You should rest and focus

on recovering. You’ll have a chance to see him once you’re feeling better.”

Dennis was drugged and forced to sleep again. Gavin looked at Clayton coldly and said, “Can you lie to

him

like this for the rest of your life?”

Without saying a word, Clayton turned and left the ward.

Dennis slept until afternoon. When he woke up again, it was already evening. He couldn’t wait to see

Marie

now.

Dennis tricked the nurse into giving him a computer. He had the highest authority in the KING base to

check any location. Dennis looked at each place and finally found Marle in the interrogation room

where the prisoners were held.

There was only a dim chandelier in the dark hut. Marie curled up in the corner with handcuffs on her

hands.

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She was still wearing the blood-stained vest and pants, and the dirt on her face was not cleaned up.

Her normally silky and flowing hair, after days of hardship and struggle, was now completely tangled

and messy,

piled up at the back.

Marie had lost a lot of weight. Coupled with her terrible image, she was simply in a mess.

But Dennis looked at her like this, and his heart ached. His little girl should be spoiled in his hands.

He didn’t care if she was Rose or an international assassin. This girl would cry, act coquettishly, lose

her temper, and cry aggrievedly. She was his fiancée, and she would be his future wife.