Farewell, Dear FiancéPart1-4
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I am the fiancée of the successor of the Jackson Family.
While I was being raped and humiliated by the kidnappers, he was setting off millions of birthday fireworks for Susan.
The kidnappers asked him to pay money for my release. He smiled and said, "If you can really kill her, come to me for the reward."
I sighed in relief upon hearing this. At least my worthless life held some value to him.
Later, Susan needed a kidney transplant. He personally cut open the corpse and removed the kidney, instructing others to clean up the body.
He didn't know that the person on the operating table, whose kidney he had just removed, was his most hated fiancée.
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After I died, my body was lifted onto the operating table, exposing my lower back.
Various potions were injected into my veins to keep the corpse intact and the organs active.
The murderer, Louis, said smugly, "We can sell this woman for money after we've taken everything from her. That's great!"
And the one who bought all of me was none other than Matthew Jackson,
my fiancé and someone else's true love.
Upon hearing Matthew's name, they trembled with fear.
"Louis, this woman is Matthew's fiancée. If he finds out we kidnapped and killed her and then sold her to him, he'll..."
Louis laughed, "When we kidnapped her, Matthew refused to pay the 500,000 dollars ransom. Do you really think she matters to him?"
"In my opinion, this Nora is a joke!"
Everyone in the gang burst into laughter.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but agree.
He was right. I was a joke in the entire Empire City.
Even though Matthew and I had been childhood sweethearts and had promised to spend our lives together.
A helicopter roared outside.
It was Matthew, in a hurry to get a kidney for his terminally ill Susan.
Two rows of bodyguards opened the door, and Matthew walked in with his medical team.
Louis bowed and greeted him with feigned respect, "Mr. Jackson."
Matthew ignored him, heading straight for the dissecting table.
He reached out to the doctor next to him, "Give me the knife."
The doctors were surprised. Why would he do such a dirty job himself?
Matthew frowned and spoke in an irritated tone,
"Don't you hear me? Give me the knife. I want to do it myself."
His face was serious and solemn, "Susan deserves the best!"
Susan, the woman he kept outside, the one he held above all else.
To give her the best, he performed the surgery himself.