Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 227 You bitch, go die!

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 You bitch, go die!

Serena Summers went to the garage to get her car and drove to Starfare Entertainment.

Frank Lane was standing in the office waiting, and when he saw Serena Summers appear, he immediately reported the situation online again, "Miss, the public opinion has shifted now, the people who were berating you online have quieted down."

"Mhm." Serena Summers sat at the desk nonchalantly, turned on the computer, and asked, "Have you found out who is behind this?"

"Still investigating." Frank Lane’s face looked a bit unpleasant.

Serena Summers sat at the desk, her fingers flying, quickly typing on the keyboard, and then she slowly said, "No need to investigate further, I’ve already found them."

Frank Lane looked up in astonishment and saw Serena Summers staring coldly at the computer screen.

He stepped forward to look and was also stunned.

Teresa Hamilton?

How could it be her?

"Miss, did you have a conflict with her on set?"

Serena Summers pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Kind of. During the photo shoot for costumes, we had some disputes over the makeup room."

"That’s not surprising then." Frank Lane understood, "It’s just that Teresa Hamilton wasn’t careful enough. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have used her personal account to contact the internet trolls."

This mistake gave them the opportunity to find out without much effort.

Frank Lane touched his nose guiltily, feeling somewhat useless.

Serena Summers, sitting in front of the computer, figured it out in less than half a minute.

Yet he had been investigating for a long time without any clues.

"Hand it over to the public relations department," Serena Summers instructed.

Although she wasn’t someone who liked to aggressively confront others, there was no reason to tolerate being bullied.

Frank Lane hesitated, then asked, "Miss, will this affect Director Carter’s film?"

"Don’t worry, this trivial matter won’t bring down my brother," Serena Summers said confidently, her expression calm but somehow convincingly compelling.

Frank Lane’s heart settled, and he quickly left the office.

After taking care of the business, Serena Summers didn’t stay in the company a moment longer and prepared to leave.

She took the private elevator down to the underground garage, and just as she was about to get her car, she suddenly sensed hurried footsteps approaching from behind.

"Serena Summers, you bitch! Die!"

A sharp voice filled with hatred came from behind. Serena Summers instinctively turned her head and saw a blurred figure rushing towards her.

As well as the cold glow of a knife blade coming straight at her.

Serena Summers’s mind went blank for a moment, unable to react before falling into a warm embrace.

Someone held her, blocking her front, and kept her tightly in his arms.

Then, a "thud" sound of a knife entering flesh echoed in her ears, and Serena Summers was stunned.

She widened her eyes, unable to believe as she looked up.

As she suspected, Lucas Shaw held her tightly, his face unnaturally pale, but his thin lips curved into a faint smile.

A pair of deep, dark eyes reflecting dazzling light stared straight at her.

In that moment, Serena Summers felt her heart might stop.

As Lucas Shaw fell, Serena Summers instinctively caught his body, her cold gaze shooting straight at the culprit.

"Grace Summers, have you lost your mind?"

Grace Summers was also shocked by the scene, her hands holding the knife trembling fiercely.

Her eyes reddened, staring blankly at Lucas Shaw. Startled by Serena Summers’s shout, the knife suddenly slipped from her hand, clinking crisply on the ground.

"I, I didn’t mean to..." Grace Summers shook her head desperately, her eyes wide with fear.

How could this happen?

She was trying to kill Serena Summers!

Where did Lucas Shaw come from?

Why did he leap out? Why did he protect Serena?

She was just a pawn for luck, why did she deserve Lucas Shaw’s affection and life-saving actions?

Serena Summers ignored her series of questions. At this moment, apart from Lucas Shaw, she could not focus on anyone else.

"Husband, are you alright?"

"Are you okay?"

She frantically searched through her bag, but Lucas Shaw held her very tightly, "I’m fine, don’t worry."

"Let me have a look." Serena Summers’ eyes instantly reddened, trying to break free from Lucas Shaw’s tight embrace.

However, Lucas Shaw chuckled lightly and buried his face in her neck, gently rubbing against it, "Mrs. Shaw, are you concerned about me?"

"Nonsense! If not you, who else would I care about!" Serena Summers felt Lucas Shaw was being absurd and speculated in her heart that perhaps he was seriously injured.

Yet Lucas Shaw refused to let her go, holding her tightly like a willful child.

She took out her cell phone from her bag and called Frank Lane.

Soon, Frank Lane arrived with people.

Grace Summers turned to run, but ultimately she was weak and just a girl, how could she possibly outrun professional bodyguards?

She hadn’t gone far when she was forcefully pinned to the ground.

Grace Summers began to struggle fiercely, fear almost seizing her entire heart.

"Ah! Let go of me! Let—... Serena, make them let me go! What right do you have to arrest me?"

"What right? Caught red-handed, so now you want to deny it?" Frank Lane scoffed coldly, showing no intention of pity.

He took out his phone and called the police, and soon, the police arrived.

Serena Summers dared not struggle violently, fearing that she might aggravate Lucas Shaw’s injury, so she could only whisper in his ear, "Let me see how bad your injury is? Just one look."

"Don’t look, you’ll be scared." Lucas Shaw placed his warm palm over her eyes, blocking her view, then slowly released her.

Serena Summers found it amusing but was more upset.

Is this really the time to care about such things?

In his eyes, was she so timid that she couldn’t even stand the sight of blood?

Lucas Shaw sighed helplessly.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to show Serena, but he was afraid she would cry.

He was most afraid of seeing Serena Summers cry.

But in the end, he couldn’t resist her stern stare, and back in the car, under Serena Summers’ intense gaze, he slowly began to take off his clothes.

The charcoal-black bespoke suit had been punctured, and bright red blood stained his white shirt.

When he removed the shirt, the blood had already stuck it to the fabric.

The wound was deep, dyeing a large area of the shirt red, indicating how forcefully Grace Summers had attacked.

She truly wanted Serena Summers dead.

"Why were you so foolish? You rushed to take the knife for me without a word. Your life wasn’t easily saved by me, what if something had happened?" Serena Summers’ voice choked, and as she spoke, tears began to fall.

Pitter-patter, like beads broken from a string, they crazily fell.

Lucas Shaw, with his back to her, heard her crying and hurriedly turned around, somewhat at a loss, "You...don’t cry, it looks deep but it really isn’t painful, truly!"