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Unrepairable Love
Chapter 430
“Kyle, quit beating around the bush, Alexander snapped, losing his cool.
The cold night wind was howling, and the whole city felt like it was trapped in darkness.
The cargo ship drifted along the coast, with people either wailing or sprawled out on the ground.
Alexander watched as Kyle turned around, gave him a wave, but didn’t say a word.
Nolan walked over and stopped Alexander from chasing after him.
“Mr. Tudor, don’t let Kyle mess with your head. He might just be talking crap. I’ll get someone to keep an eye on Ms. Percy,” Nolan reminded him
Alexander frowned, staring at Kyle’s retreating figure with a mix of emotions.
Kyle turned back to Alexander, a weird smile on his face.
Moments later, Kyle vanished from sight.
“Mr. Tudor, don’t let Kyle rattle you. We can’t let his shipment go, Nolan said seriously.
“Did
you
hear what he said?” Alexander glared at Nolan.
Nolan nodded.
“He’s got something to say,” Alexander said bluntly.
It might be about Elizabeth.
And Alexander could tell Kyle wasn’t just rambling; he had something real to say.
“Mr. Tudor, chill. We need to figure out how to get the shipment out. Nolan frowned, looking at the goods stuck on the dock. Wasn’t that the real problem?
Alexander snapped back to reality.
He frowned, stayed quiet for a few seconds, then grunted in agreement.
Nolan let out a sigh of relief.
Alexander quickly started making calls, with Nolan helping out.
That night, a heavy rainstorm hit Lisbon.
Elizabeth woke up from a nightmare.
She looked at the sky outside, split open by lightning, and clutched or blanket tightly.
བ་ཤ་ན་ནང་ཚན་
Elizabeth swallowed, her breathing heavy. Sering the room lit up, sh shrank back, feeling anxious.
She had dreamed again, of the time she saved Alexander.
Chapter 430
She was thrown into the deep sea, unable to breathe, clearly feeling herself sinking, but there was noth
death.
she could do but wait for
She didn’t want to die.
She hoped Alexander and she were both safe and together.
She desperately wished Alexander would take good care of himself.
But it had been seven years.
She and Alexander had grown further apart.
All they had been through in these seven years felt like a joke.
Elizabeth sighed, picked up the cup on the bedside table, took a sip of water, and then turned d on the light.
Although she was still afraid of the rain, it seemed she wasn’t as terrified as before.
Elizabeth picked up her phone, which was eerily quiet.
Elizabeth casually scrolled through her social media feed and saw a message.
I heard there are big changes coming to Lisbon. Someone’s being targeted. A shipment was seized at the harbor. This person bold, daring to seize his goods.]
Elizabeth frowned;
this perse
person was a businessman she had met during a dinner with Declan.
Who was he talking about?
Several mutual friends expressed shock and disbelief in the comments.
Elizabeth tilted her head. Could it be Alexander?
But she quickly dismissed the thought.
is too
It couldn’t be Alexander.
Who would dare to seize the Tudor Group’s goods? They must have a death wish.
Elizabeth scrolled past the post.
The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier.
Elizabeth suddenly lost her sleepiness. She sat up and went to the study barefoot.
She turned on the computer and opened a single–player game out of boredom.
A folder on the desktop caught Elizabeth’s attention.
Elizabeth open it and saw a dense collection of photos and videos.
