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Chapter 572 Martina'S Revenge (5) Make The Choice

Chapter 572 Martina's Revenge (5) Make the Choice

Martina never thought he was that powerful. The Manuel she knew was just an average Joe, weak and NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

aloof. Today, however, she wouldn't have recognized the man wearing a black mask if she didn't know

him well.

Even up until this moment, she had suspected that man might be a mercenary, a super-killer or

something, and now she was one hundred per cent sure it was him.

She watched Manuel walking up to her. That was a Manuel she had never seen-there was no

gentleness or humility in him but hostility and wrath, as horrible as a furious lion.

Martina had a twitch in her throat when she realized that he was truly riled up and lost control of

himself, only because Susan was in danger.

But, why. Why did Susan deserve his love while she didn't? She loved him that much, why couldn't she

win his affection?

The jar that suppressed her emotions got cracked, with her eyes scarlet. As Manuel was getting close

to her, the black pistol in Martina's hand abruptly pointed at Susan's head.

Manuel stopped in his tracks. He looked indifferently into her desperate red eyes, in which a burning

hatred gleamed.

Then he fixed his eyes upon Susan, whose eyes, mouth or even ears were all got stuffed up. He saw

her body shivering with fright.

"Feel bad for her?" Martina asked.

He only looked at her once but kept gazing at Susan with concern.

Beneath her ice-cold shell, her heart was bitterly broken. She could never understand why under such

circumstances he still set his sight on Susan.

Was she the one who was hurting the most right now? She lost her family, wealth and fame-she got

nothing. Didn't he feel any pity for her?

"Let her go," Manuel said with an icy voice.

"For what?" Martina smiled sadly, with tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Why should I? I hate her guts! Why should I make it easy for her? Since I'm going to die, why don't I

take her with me?"

"You don't want to die," Manuel told her straight.

"Like I have a choice."

"If you leave right now, you have. I didn't call the cop or any Collins. You're free to go now!"

Martina wore a sarcastic smile. Then what? She ended up with nothing but her living shell.

"Martina Sawyer, do not make me regret I had let you go today." He said slowly.

"You finally admit you're the man."

"I am."

"Who are you?" Martina got to falling apart-the man before her was by no means the Manuel she knew

for more than ten years.

"Who I am is immaterial," said he blandly, "what counts is that it's only a matter of time before your

family ended up like this."

"Why!" Martina couldn't take it anymore. If it weren't for him, the tragedy of her family wouldn't have

happened. If Sarah died, what they had done wouldn't have been unearthed and they could've staged

a comeback.

"Because you messed with the wrong person."

"Who? Don't say it's Hannah." Martina spoke with heavy irony. She still despised Hannah, thinking that

she merely happened to be able and tried to be smart, but that was all she got-she couldn't manipulate

everything, especially those under the table.

"Oscar Wells." Manuel didn't want to hide from her any longer, and had no need to-she was useless

now.

Martina stared at him in disbelief. Upon hearing the name, a thrill of alarm ran through her. It was rather

an instinct like the name was a lethal weapon that scared her off.

"Who is he? Who the hell is he!" Martina was almost driven out of her mind.

Oscar was the last man the Sawyer family cared about, and the only reason they had intended to get

rid of him was that he was getting in the way. They had never thought about he might be somebody

and have a powerful background.

Martina even wondered whether all these things were just a deep pit, an abyss, that Oscar had

designedly dug waiting for them to jump in.

"He's an untouchable for your whole family."

"Who is he!" snarled Martina.

As the voice that laid bare her total derangement pierced Susan's headphones and reached her ears,

she shuddered in panic. That caught Manuel's attention and then he said to Martina, "Does it matter?

What do you care if you know who he is? You and your family were dead at his hands after all.

"I hate to take this!" Martin was in a complete nervous breakdown.

She didn't care how her family lost the game. She was just overwhelmed by the fact that her family was

left with nothing! And this was it.

"That's natural selection." Manuel remained cold-hearted, "Your only way out is to leave Northfield.

"You're not gonna kill me?" she asked.

Manuel pursed his thin lips.

"You're from his side, why don't you kill me since he wanted to get rid of us?"

He didn't answer.

"Is it in part because you don't have the heart to do that?" she asked him expectantly.

Manuel swallowed and said, "It is."

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

"Manuel, did you ever have affection for me, even a little bit? Was there a moment when you may have

feelings for me?" Martina couldn't wait to confirm her position in his heart.

"I did."

She laughed with her tears pouring down.

So, he did have a feeling for her. Given a little more time, a little more, she could've made him fall in

love with her.

Martina was getting emotional, "Manuel, leave with me."

His eyes moved slightly.

"You leave Northfield with me, I'll let her go!" Martina made it very clear.

Would he trade himself for Susan's life?

Manuel didn't answer, not for a long time. And Martina did not urge him, just waited and waited.

She was willing to wait for him forever.