Chapter 662 Tristan, You Are Not Dead

Walking to the balcony, Tim took out his phone and dialed the number marked "Richie".

The phone was answered soon.

"Tim."

"Richie, I asked Cassie. She said Tristan was dead because of the plane crashed."

"Okay, I see. I'll send someone to look for her immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Richie immediately called his subordinate who was about to go to the airport.

After the phone call, Richie breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the bed, relaxed.

That's great! He knew that Tristan died because of the plane crash. As long as he checked where the plane crash had happened in France recently, he could know the general location. Later, he would look for it again, and Consuela should be soon found.

'Consuela, I hope you can come back with the people I sent to find you.

If you come back, I won't force you to do anything. I just hope that I can protect you well. But without your permission, I won't disturb your life.

I won't appear in front of you until you forgive me.

This is not only a relief for you, but also a punishment for myself.

Will you come back, Consuela?'

Her feet were deep and then her feet were shallow. The surroundings were dark. She could only see herself in a big forest by the faint moonlight in the sky.

Consuela changed her position and held Richelle tightly in her arms, with one hand behind her head. She wouldn't hurt her if she fell down.

After walking for a long time, Consuela could only see through the rare leaves in the dense forest that the moon had disappeared and the sky was not so dark.

Finally, the day broke, and she could walk out of the forest.

Consuela had no idea why she had come to this dense forest. But since she was in the forest at night, she had to get out of the forest as soon as possible, or she might be in danger.

After walking for a while, it was already dawn. The more she walked, the heavier the smell of oil in the forest became.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer trees. When there were no tall and towering trees around, Consuela saw a familiar and strange plane.

She was familiar with it because she felt it looked like the one in which Tristan

ep, but you must not sleep. Hold on, and I'll talk to you and help you stay awake."

"Okay."

Tristan answered in a low voice, lowering his eyes.

A breeze blew, mixed with the smell of burning oil and the low voice of Consuela.

Every time Consuela said something, she would stop and wait for Tristan's response to make sure that he was still awake.

Not knowing what to say, Consuela stopped as usual, but she didn't hear any reply from Tristan.

Lowering her head, she couldn't see Tristan's expression, but saw a bright red stain on her shoulder.

The blood was so red that it pierced Consuela's eyes. She quickly helped Tristan up to see how he was doing.

"Tristan, hold on. The rescue team is coming. Hold on..."

At this time, Tristan's eyes had been unfocused, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding.

Consuela wanted to wipe the blood off his mouth, but before she could touch him, Tristan coughed softly and the blood spilled out more.

"Consuela... I'm sorry to bring you to France... But I can't take care of you anymore... You have to take good care of yourself and Richelle... "

After saying that, Tristan slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Kneeling next to Tristan, Consuela held his hand and cried in a low voice, repeating, "Tristan, don't go..."

At this time, Richelle also burst into tears, but Consuela didn't care about her at all. She just hoped that Tristan wouldn't leave.