You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Chapter 482: She's Still Protecting Him

"Greta! The senator had called and ordered us to finish that man before his men find him! You will

never get the senator disappointed, right?" One of the senators' men butted in a hurry.

He was still holding his phone while he stepped in to give the message from Sen. Meyer.

"Shut up!!!" Greta roared loudly scolding the man who dared to interrupt her moment with her longtime

companion, Mark.

She was still holding her gun pointing at his chest.

Mark was standing still not afraid to die while looking at her provokingly.

It seemed that he was waiting to see if Greta could really pull the trigger and kill him.

His eyes were challenging her fearlessly.

He had enough of her deception.

The feeling of being betrayed by a friend is the same as dying little by little.

Mark's heart was clenched so heart and it was like cut by a sharp blade slowly feeling his flesh bleed

along with his anger at being deceived by a person whom he thought was a family.

Whom he thought was a sincere one.

The person whom he thought that she was his protector but the reality was all the opposite.

Greta was not the person he knew anymore and was not really true to him from the start.

There was no sincerity and all this time she was just playing along trying to get him hooked up with her

friendship with him.

Trying to make him believe that she was a good friend and the only person in the world that would

never abandon her.

Well, she was smart and Mark could attest to that but he felt a bit lose for her because his sincerity

toward her was the purest.

He looked at Greta as his best friend.

No other else than her because she knew him more.

She saved him before when they were kids.

She gave him shelter in the street when no one wanted him.

She protected him against all the gangsters who wanted to bully a new kid in the street.

Well, he lived in the street because of Greta.

She thought him how to survive in the street and that made him feel safe with Greta around but now,

things were different.

She appeared in his life again but it was an intentional one.

She saw him and if he was not mistaken it was at his father's burial when Bill told him not to show up.

He knew there were press cameras around even if it was an exclusive ceremony.

After that, the second encounter with Greta was already a deception but somehow, Mark still had

hopes that Greta still considered his offer and this is to have a decent life even for the sake of their

good memories and companionship when they were kids.

At least those memories could be saved even if he still felt betrayed by Greta.

Whatever Greta had become, it was her choice and Mark could not blame her for that.

Just like him, she was abandoned by her poor parents.

Her sister who took care of her died and after that, she had no one.

She continued living in the street and did everything to survive and live in the present time.

"Greta! If you can't kill that man! Then we can kill him. We don't have time! Kill that man and end the

drama before the senator will kill us all. I don't want to die! We don't want to die! That's the senator's

order!" The man who Greta scolded shouted impatiently.

It seemed that he wanted to finish the mission clean and was very loyal to the senator's order.

The rest of the men nodded at him agreeing to the man's claim.

Of course, nobody wanted to face the senator's rage and punishment if they would fail the mission.

The mission was very simple and that was to kill Bill Sky.

The most powerful man in the city but now he was captured and was very weak.

It was very easy for them to kill him. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Now that another man entered the room to save Bill Sky, it was just right for them to defend the

senator's order.

If Greta could not kill the other man, then they would take extra precautions.

"I said… shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!" Greta roared angrily her face flustered with her extreme

fury.

The man just shook his head but he gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"Ar.. ara… bell… a," Amidst the shouting and noise, suddenly, Bill uttered staggering few words weakly.

"Brother, are you okay? I'm here." Mark was fast to attain Bill.

His head was still low with blood dripping on the side of his forehead.

"Get… me out… of here…" In a fragile tone, Bill ordered directly to Mark.

It seemed that he had no time to waste and even in his despair, he only thought about Arabella.

That was the thing he was going to do before someone intentionally hit his car.

"Yes, I will do that. You will come out here alive," Mark answered surely and his tone was determined.

Greta looked at Mark and Bill as her hand that was holding a gun quickly traveled in their direction.

Then Mark looked at Greta. His eyes were cold and stern but he was willing to negotiate with his old

friend for Bill Sky.

"Greta, for old-time sake, please spare his life. Instead, take mine." Mark was extremely angry with her

but at this point, he was willing to beg Greta for Bill Sky. It was his time to give back what Bill did for

him all this time. In between Bill and Greta, Mark suddenly knelt. He was facing Greta and her gun.

Greta was stunned seeing Mark knelt at her begging.

It was remarkable indeed.

For some reason, some old memories of Mark flashed across her mind.

His begging face was so similar to his kid's pitiful face before.

She knew Mark came from a rich family ever since they were kids because of his style and his skin.

He was wearing branded clothes and shoes at that time.

He looked clean even if his clothes were dirty or even he was wearing a rug.

He never got so tanned after spending too much time under the sun.

At that time, she quickly saw an opportunity with Mark.

But somehow, she could not deny the fact that she got close to him as they continued living in the

street together.

At that time, the city was their playground.

The game they were playing every day was dangerous.

They were being chased by cops and people they had wronged.

Losing the cops and those people, winning street fights, and having food on the table was already

happiness for them.

Simple happiness when they were kids but as time went up fast, Greta was looking for a new life so

that she was not going to be poor again. She was tired of being poor and now that she had some

promising opportunities, she would hold on to them til the end.

Greta was holding her gun so tight. It seemed that she didn't have the guts to kill Mark but she had to

so she could stay on the senator's side.

She was going to pull the trigger direct to Mark's head but she couldn't as her hand started shaking.

Greta collected her thoughts, she had to kill Mark as she pointed sharply her gun again but, "Ahhhh!!!"

She shouted loudly releasing her madness toward herself and the situation then it followed by

gunshots. Instead of shooting Mark, she pointed her gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Mark stood kneeling on the ground.

He was unmoved but he was satisfied with Greta's reaction.

He wasn't failed by his instinct.

Greta could not kill him but after she pulled the trigger at the ceiling she pointed her gun back at Mark.

Mark just looked at her still unmoved and no single fear traced on his expression.

Greta stood still with her gun.

Their eyes met each other for a while but then in just the next second, they heard guns pointing at the

three of them in front.

The senator's men were on the move.

All their guns were at them.

They were ordered to kill them all if things would not go as the senator wanted.

The senator could not be blamed because when it comes to Bill Sky, surely, he would be doomed if Bill

escaped.

Bill was very capable of punishing the senator and surely the senator was well aware of this.

"Idiot! What are you all doing, huh?!" Greta shouted at her men angrily. She felt the man who kept on

butting in was overstepping her power as the leader of the group. Greta's pride could not allow it as she

quickly pointed her gun at the man.

"You! You are not the leader of this group! You want to die, hu?!" Greta spoke threatening the man with

her eyeballs bulging through excessive annoyance.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" The man just laughed at Greta.

His expression had no single trace that he was afraid or threatened by Greta.

"Do you really think that you are the leader of this group?" The man shouted as his gun was also

pointing at her.

"You are a fool!!! Hahaha!" The man answered along with his funny laugh.

"You can't be our leader! We only served the senator and he is the only leader we know!" The man

laughed again and this time the rest of the men laughed together with him.

Greta quickly got the message.

These men were never her men but the Senator.

They could kill her and she knew that it was also an order from the senator.

It was really a fool to believe that the senator would spare her if she had no use to him.

Greta looked at Mark and they seemed to quickly understand each other through their stares.

"Okay... okay... let's talk this nicely." Then Greta said calmly to the men. It was a huge switch for her to

give a calm tone from a very hysterical enraged voice.

"There's no talking, Greta. We don't have the time because you wasted so much of our time." The

sounded as he strode closer to Greta with his gun.

"This would be fun! I remembered, exactly in this warehouse, the senator killed a fat woman crossed

face prisoner who exactly looked like you! So you don't have to worry, you are not the only fat dark

woman who will die in here! Hehehe!" The man smiled wickedly after sharing his story with Greta.

"What did you say?" Greta was quickly taken aback.

"What? The fat woman who has an x mark on the cheek?" The man witnessed that time as he tried to

remember everything. He knew he saw Greta somewhere when he first met her and now he realized

that woman looked exactly like Greta.

Greta was unmoved. Her expression was shocked.

"What is that expression, huh? Are you worried that you are also gonna die here? Oh! Poor

warehouse! 2 ugly fat women laid in here. Hahaha!" The man continued mocking Greta. The rest of the

men laughed at her and their mocking laughs echoed in the spacious area.

Greta was speechless as she was clenching her fist so hard and gritted her teeth. Her killer eyes were

fixated on the man in front of her who mocked her non-stopped.

"But don't you worry... don't you worry..." The man paused and grinned like he was thinking of

something funny.

"You will not suffer what that's woman had suffered. You will not dance in front of us bare-naked before

we kill you because one ugly disgusting woman was enough. Please no more you. I don't want to vomit

again, hehe!" The man laughed and laughed again until Greta suddenly shot the man.

A loud gunshot was heard that made all the laughing disappear.

"That woman!" Greta shouted angrily. "That woman is my sister!" She shouted at the top of her lungs

then made another fire.

She shot the man directly and fell to the ground.

His blood covered the ground.

She thought, Trishia Meyer was the one who killed her sister but she was wrong.

It was the senator.

The evil senator.

He didn't just kill her sister but he humiliated her before she died.

This made Greta very perplexed.

She needed to survive to avenge her sister.

If she only knew about this before, she could easily kill the senator.

What made her feel so anxious and angry about herself was she served the person who killed her

sister.

The person she needed to punish for killing her sister.

"Mark now!!!" Greta shouted in a hurry as she kept on shooting.

Mark was quick to get Bill out.

"Greta let's go! Now!" Mark strictly ordered her.

Greta looked at Mark deeply then she closed the door and locked herself inside.

Until the end, she was still protecting him.

"Greta!!!! No!!!" Mark shouted hysterically like he already knew that Greta could not make it out of the 8

men inside.