Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 581 Please Help Me...

Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Please Help Me...

"Pfft..."

Blood gushed out of his hand.

Keith let out a muffled groan.

Alena stuck his hand into the seat of the car. She had polished this fork for a long time, so it directly pierced through his hand and nailed it to the seat.

Without special treatment, not only would it be very difficult to pull it out, but it would also be heart-wrenching pain!

The next second, she raised her elbow, aimed at the acupuncture points, and hit his head hard.

After a sharp pain, Keith fainted.

The driver turned pale with fright. "Mr. Beckford!"

However, Mr. Beckford was still under her control, so he did not dare to act rashly.

Alena was extremely ruthless. Her every movement was filled with intense hatred.

Even if she couldn’t personally kill this man and avenge her parents, she had to let him experience this sort of pain.

She turned to stare at the driver and said coldly, "There’s poison on the fork. Hurry up to save him!"

In fact, there was no poison at all. In this situation, she couldn’t get any poison. She just said that to mislead the driver and give her time to escape.

After that, she rushed out of the car and ran to the most crowded restaurant.

The driver looked at the pale-faced Mr. Beckford and felt that this woman was too cruel!

As long as a man was involved in love, he would become very stupid. Even a smart person like Mr. Beckford would inevitably be plotted against by the person beside him.

Fortunately, he had the ability to predict.

He had already anticipated that Alena would make a move today.

However, in his opinion, there was no need for Mr. Beckford to suffer at all.

He had already expected it. Why didn’t he stop it but let it happen?

The driver couldn’t understand the thoughts of the rich anyway.

He took out a syringe that he had prepared in advance and injected it into Keith’s arm.

The drug has a good effect. Keith’s eyelashes could already move slightly, and then his eyes slowly opened.

"Mr. Beckford, do you want me to take you to the hospital to deal with it?" he asked.

After all, his hand was still stuck in the seat, so he didn’t dare to decide without permission.

Unexpectedly, he poked the fork expressionlessly, but it didn’t come out the first time.

Blood splattered everywhere in an instant!

The driver frowned as he watched. He felt like he was going to die from the pain.

Keith couldn’t pull it out because the other end of the fork had been stabbed into the metal at the bottom of the seat by Alenal, causing it to bend.

She did it on purpose. In this way, one end of the fork would be a big handle, and the other end would be U-shaped. There was no way to pull it out without going to the hospital.

He raised his hand to look at Alena’s masterpiece and laughed weirdly.

The blood on his palm and on his neck made him look very bad. He didn’t have the demeanor of a dignified Mr. Beckford at all. He was more like a devil from hell!

But at this moment, he was still in the mood to laugh.

It’s unbelievable!

The driver didn’t dare to drive without permission because he didn’t get a reply. Just as he was about to ask again, Keith grabbed the handle of the fork and pulled it hard!

He forcefully pulled the other end of the handle over.

A large bloody hole suddenly appeared in the middle of his palm!

During the whole process, he didn’t even make a sound. He just frowned at the moment of penetrating.

The driver looked at the bloody hole in the man’s palm and clicked his tongue!

He even had the illusion that his palm had been pierced, and his whole body was in pain.

This man was so terrifying!

Keith pointed at the first aid kit.

The driver was still in a state of shock and couldn’t say a word.

It was not until Keith knocked on the seat that he came to his sense.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry... Mr. Beckford"

He quickly took out the first-aid kit, took out the gauze inside, and wrapped the man’s hand carefully.

However, Keith thought that he was too slow, so he directly pulled off the gauze, wrapped it around, and tore it off.

He took out another piece and wrapped it around his neck.

To him, such a minor injury could not be considered to be an injury at all. Yet, he still felt a slight amount of pain because it was caused by Alena.

It was the pain of disappointment.

This woman had really disappointed him!

...

After escaping, Alena rushed into the restaurant where there were many people.

There was blood all over her body, and she was in a mess. "Help me! Call the police for me!"

The owner was a middle-aged woman. When she saw Alena trembling all over, she quickly asked her to sit down.

The owner was a local and did not know Mandarin, but she could communicate with Alena in simple foreign language.

Alena Thiel told her that a bad guy was going to kidnap her and ask her to call the police for her.

The owner first comforted her, then got up to get the phone and handed it to her.

Alena called the local law enforcement team. When she reported the address, the owner kindly told her where she was.

Alena did not hear her clearly, so she asked again. Just as the owner was about to say something, there was a sudden commotion in the store.

The tall man stood in front of the main door, blocking all the light shining on the dining room!

The reason for the uproar was that his entire body was covered in blood, and he seemed like he was made of blood. Only his face remained completely clean.

Alena was full of horror. She did not expect Keith Beckford to wake up so soon.

Moreover, the fork with hook failed to stop him.

Although his hand was wrapped in gauze, because the hole in his palm was too big, it was useless without any hemostatic treatment. He was still bleeding.

"Alena, I’m here to take you home!"

The man stepped in, and with every step he took, blood dripped down.

Alena’s face seemed to have been drained of blood in an instant. There was no extra emotion on her face, only fear.

She grabbed the owner’s arm and said in horror, "That’s the bad guy who kidnapped me. Please don’t let him take me away."

The owner, who had been very enthusiastic just now, suddenly changed her face and shook her off.

She mumbled something that Alena could not understand.

Although she did not understand what she meant, she knew that she was definitely expressing that she would not help her.

The owner was so scared that she snatched the phone away with trembling hands and hid behind the counter.

She had no choice but to ask the customers for help. There were more than 30 people eating in this restaurant. She did not believe that she could not find a righteous person.

She shouted with foreign language, "Help! Help! This man is a bad guy. He wants to kidnap me..."

But when those people saw Keith, there was only fear left in their eyes. They all lowered their heads and ate the food on their plates. They didn’t even want to watch the fun.

Alena did not know what had happened!

She grabbed a person’s arm and whispered to him, not wanting Keith Beckford to hear her, "Help me contact the Parker family and tell them that I’m Alena Thiel..."

As a result, the man seemed to have seen a plague and pushed her away with trembling hands.

Alena was still too naive. She didn’t know the customs of Iceland at all.

The place where she was standing now was the slums of Iceland and Keith’s posture and the diamond pin on his chest showed that he was a real rich and powerful man!

Even his license plate was completely black, which could only be used by the Army Headquarters.

They didn’t dare to interfere in the affairs of the most powerful people in Iceland.

Alena was in despair!

There were more than 30 people in the restaurant, but all of them were watching the siege indifferently.

She knew that she could no longer rely on anyone but herself.

She raised the chair next to her and threw it at Keith without hesitation. Then, in the gap between Keith Beckford’s avoidance of the chair, she wanted to rush out from the side.

Unexpectedly, when she brushed past him, he had already nimbly dodged the chair, grabbed her hair, and pulled hard!

"Ah!"

The man tugged at her hair and knocked her against the corner of the table, causing her to bleed profusely.

Keith squatted down and touched the blood on her forehead with his slender fingers. Then, like a pervert, he put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth and licked them clean little by little.

"Alena, you always disappoint me," the man said softly and gently.

Looking at the man’s actions, Alena trembled all over.

Suddenly, she lowered her head.

"Tch tch tch!"

She couldn’t help but throw up.

Because she didn’t eat anything, she could only spit out some sour water.

But her stomach was still churning like a fire. This devil, and this group of people who ignored her, made her desperate and sick!

Keith didn’t say anything else. He grabbed the back of her neck like he was picking up a chick, picked her up easily, and walked out.

Ignoring the blood all over her face, Alena desperately hugged the leg of the table, unwilling to be pulled away by the man.

Keith uch patience. He grabbed her leg and pulled her head down.

Alena’s hands were on the ground, leaving behind a trail of blood.

She was unwilling to be caught again. She knew that if she went back this time, she would never see the sun again!

She desperately scratched the ground. Her nails were broken and dripping with blood. She looked very pitiful.

She begged for help in a hoarse voice, "Help... help... help me..."

But those people just watched coldly, as if they were watching a drama. They didn’t move at all.

The reason why Iceland had been able to exist for so long was that these bad habits were deeply rooted in everyone’s minds.

Commoners would always be commoners. They could not resist nobles, nor could they make a sound.

These ignorant people just abided by their duty for hundreds of years. That was all.

However, Alena’s desperate struggle today had still left an enormous shock in their hearts.

She refused to give in. She refused to give in at all. Every strand of her hair and every inch of her skin showed resistance.

It should be noted that resisting was blasphemous to even think about by the commoners of Iceland.

For hundreds of years, all the commoners had taught their children that resistance was a taboo, and they couldn’t say or do it.

Otherwise, they would suffer a calamity!

They felt that this foreign woman was really not afraid of death...

Because of this, a thought that he had never dared to think about before rose in their mind. Could it be that the foreign system was really better than that of Iceland?

His last bit of patience dissipated at the sight of Alena’s unyielding attitude.

After stuffing her into the back seat, he injected a sedative into her.

This woman finally calmed down and stopped struggling.

After trying a few more times with her big stubborn eyes, she slowly closed them and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she felt that she was tied to a chair.

She wanted to open her eyes, but all she could see was endless darkness.

This situation made Alena travel back to the year when her parents had just had a car accident.

Because she was too sad, she lost her sight. Those invisible years had also become an unforgettable nightmare in her life!

"Ah!"

After a few seconds of silence, she screamed in horror and her voice sounded as if it had been burned by fire.

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and her throat was still very painful because of her scream.

Just now in the restaurant, she seemed to have shouted herself hoarse. In a real sense, she shouted herself hoarse.

Her throat was torn apart, making her make a sound, even breathing became very painful.

But she was terrified, totally terrified. She didn’t want to go back to the time when her eyes were blind, to the abyss of the nightmare.

"Thump!"

There was a dull thud.

She fell to the ground along with the chair.

The hard ground made her arms feel like they were about to break, and her body felt numb.

It made her feel like she was a paralyzed patient.

At this time, a pair of big hands helped her up.

After touching her head and untying a belt, she regained her light.

The man in front of her seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, gentle and elegant.

But it made her feel deeply ridiculous.

Mask!

This masked man!

"How do you feel?" Keith asked deliberately.

It was obvious that he wanted her to recall those horrible days, but at this moment, he was like a ridiculous philanthropist, smiling and asking her how she felt...

Alena gritted her teeth so hard that they creaked. She wished she could eat this man’s flesh and blood.

"It should be how you feel," she said through gritted teeth.

"Keith, you killed my parents just to make me remember this, right?"

She said sarcastically, "Of course I remember. The person who killed my parents will never be forgotten for the rest of my life."

After pretending to be an ignorant fool for so long, at this moment, she could finally vent her hatred straightforwardly. There was no need to hide it. She just wanted him to die a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times!

Keith’s lips sank slightly. Obviously, he didn’t mean that.

He wanted her to recall who had accompanied her all the time in those dark days.

He wanted her to realize that she could not leave him.

Keith untied her.

In fact, the current Alena simply did not have the strength to resist at all.

He just wanted her to experience the feeling of darkness, so he bound her hands and covered her eyes.

He looked at her gently and said, "Alena, you’re always too impulsive. You can’t tell I’m doing it for you."

Alena Thiel was on the verge of dying from laughter.

She stared at his hypocritical face and asked, "Are you saying that you killed my parents for my own good?"

"That’s true. They can’t help you. They will only bring you pain. I’m just helping you."

Keith pushed a report over and said, "You don’t know that your parents both had cancer at that time and wouldn’t live long. I did that because I didn’t want you to face the pain of separation."