Chapter 695 - A Price

The media didn't care about Leila's life or death, the harder she fought back, the more excited everyone was.

They were completely blinded, they just felt like they might have the latest news.

At this time, the commotion in the room finally alarmed the doctor at the clinic.

She entered quickly, and she was shocked when she saw the sight.

"Go away, don't take my picture!"

The IV needle on the back of Leila's hand pierced the vein as it was constantly being moved, and the drops of blood immediately stained the back of her hand.

She ignored this and continued to throw whatever was near her bed.

"Mike, Mike…!" She called the name aloud, but no one answered.

The doctor was scared, so she quietly returned to the office, planning to call the police.

The sharp-eyed media saw her and immediately rushed over, holding a microphone and asking, "Hello, we are journalists, what illness did Leila have?"

"Yes, she's hiding here for treatment, right? Is she pregnant?"

The old lady looked at the microphone and camera for the first time. She subconsciously adjusted her skirt, knitted her hair, and said firmly. "She has a wound on her stomach, and she is undergoing anti-inflammatory treatment here!"

Abdominal wound?! Is this a caesarean section?

At this moment, the journalists' eyes were burning, like a lion finding its prey.

They wanted to ask a few more questions, but someone outside shouted, "Hurry, don't let her run!"

When the reporters focused on the female doctor, Leila took the opportunity to get out of the gaps of the crowd and ran.

She was not wearing a coat or shoes, she opened the door and ran out, and had a reporter chasing after her.

Leila was in great pain. The rough ground and stones pierced the soles of her feet, but she didn't dare to stop. 

The media was crazy.

Someone must have deliberately told them to come here.

Leila ran and tried to figure out the answer, her eyes weren't clear, but she was angry and gloomy.

Lilia!

That was the first name that came to her mind. It must have been her!

All over the world, the only one who could drive the crazy paparazzi to chase her was Lilia. In her mind, nobody else could've achieved it if it weren't her fake evil 'sister'.

Leila, who was furious, endured all the discomfort and intense pain. Feeling the sharp pain from her lower abdomen and legs, she gritted her teeth and took the phone from her pocket.

However, her effort came into vain as she couldn't dial the phone number accurately.

She was worried when a black van made a sudden turn from the intersection ahead.

The journalists were about to give chase, but the van suddenly stopped at Leila's side, the back door opened, and the people inside immediately shouted at her. "Get in the car!"

Leila squeezed her phone and entered. In an instant, she disappeared at the end of the intersection.

The reporters still ran nearly 100 meters to catch up, but they failed to catch up to Leila.

A person stands on the spot with a panting breath, but still doesn't forget to put up their camera to continue shooting. "The license plate number, did we get it?"

The camera was still recording, and as they hid the replay, someone from another media shouted loudly, "I got it! But this car doesn't have a license plate! We can't report it!" 

...

Inside the van, Leila fell to the floor, feeling very embarrassed.

The backs of her hands were stained in blood, the sole of her feet were black, and there was a little blood seeping out.

At this moment, the man sitting steadily is looking at Leila with great interest. He sneered and said, "Without me, look how you are... Like a wounded dog!"

Leila was endlessly being humiliated. She could only lower her head, and her messy hair covered her hateful brows.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she said in a low voice, "Help me one last time!"

"Help you?" The man kneels down, bowing towards Leila. "How many times do you think I've helped a bitch like you? Last time? What can you give me in return? Aren't you afraid if your new husband finds out?"

Leila raised her head sharply at the person. "If you want to destroy the Irwan family, I can help you."

This person is Bernard.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, stretched out his hand and rubbed his own chin. "Counting on you? The bad girl who was dumped by the Irwan family? What can you do for me? I have known you for more than ten years, and looking at your current condition, what can you do?"

Leila is forced to look at Bernard, then smile without anger. "Destroying them is only a small matter, leave it to me!"

Bernard stared at her for a moment, his heart was like a poisonous snake and full of deceit.

He had to think about the credibility of Leila's words.

"Bernard, are you still in doubt? Don't you want to take revenge on them?"

Leila's aggressive approach doesn't help.

Bernard is nearly fifty years old and raised under the influence of a merchant.

To achieve goals at all costs— this is their family motto!

Feelings are not worth mentioning.

Trisa was sent to prison, but he as a brother could only say that she was lower than humans, so she deserved it!

The dark stains in his family are being watched from all directions, so they were using the reputation of the Irwan family by marrying Trisa because they want to use their good name as a curtain to cover their crimes.

Bernard and his father have come up with this idea for a long time.

And so, Trisa was nothing more than a pawn for their family.

However, she was too careful to think, and sooner or later, she would pay the price.

Bernard stared intently into Leila's eyes, smiling with no deep meaning. "Don't forget, there's the Mayer family behind them!"

Leila laughed lightly, then sneered with an innocent look. "So what? What if they all died? There would be no evidence they could present, not even the Mayer family could do anything about it!"

Hearing this sentence, Bernard was surprised. "You want to kill them all?"

This woman has a black heart!

Leila lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand. "I didn't say that, but in life, there will always be accidents, right?"

Bernard is not committed. After taking a deep breath, his eyes lit up. "I'll consider it, But... you have to get out of the car!"

Leila told him about the reporters' crazy act. After all, the car only went through two intersections, and he actually asked her to leave?

"What?" Bernard leaned back on the back of the chair, then looked at Leila in amazement. "Seeing how you are to this day, do you think I can still let you receive my help for free? When I finally decide to help you, what can you give me?"

Leila hates it, but her eyes are sad. "Why are you treating me like this?"

"How about letting me rape you in front of Mike? Leila, would you dare pay that price?"

Leila was hurt by Bernard's disgusted eyes, she remembered the scene when she first met him at the age of twelve years old.

Thirteen years have passed, and she has been his toy for many years. At the age of fifteen, she killed the baby inside her womb... Her first child with Bernard.

In the end, she was left with nothing...