Desperately, I reached for my phone to call an ambulance, but I stumbled upon a small pill bottle.
I swallowed a pill, and the suffocating feeling of near death finally eased. Luckily, I had taken it to the office and slipped the pills into my pocket.
Nathaniel breathed a sigh of relief.
“Vivian, remember to keep your medicine safe from now on. You scared me to death just now.”
A flicker of disappointment flashed across Emily’s eyes. When I noticed it, she immediately blinked to cover it up and playfully tapped her head.
“It’s almost two o’clock, Vivian. Shouldn’t we leave?”
I slowly raised the corner of my mouth.
“Okay.”
I’ve had enough of your drama. Since you’re so eager to go to the Quinn family and get yourself killed, I’ll stick with you until the end.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at Quinn's residence.
Seeing Alexander Quinn leaning back on the sofa, sipping tea, Emily immediately jumped forward and handed over the box like a treasure.
“Alexander, Emily is here to give you a bracelet!”
“Take a look. Are you satisfied? Don’t be too touched!”
Alexander Quinn raised his eyes, nodded slightly, and slowly put down his teacup.
Thinking she’d completed her mission successfully, Emily tilted her head and smiled at Nathaniel.
“Nathaniel, I told you! Being an antique restorer is nothing special. Anyone can do it!”
Before she finished her words, two black-clad bodyguards suddenly pulled out guns and pressed the cold muzzles directly to her head.
