Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 633 Children Are the Bargaining Chips

Chapter 633: Chapter 633 Children Are the Bargaining Chips

Jamie said coldly, "Whether it’s twenty or thirty-six years, even an eagle is less useful than a field mouse in my eyes if it doesn’t listen to orders."

Jack was upset and sad by his warning.

Jack always sincerely regarded Mr. McBride, his boss, as a god. Royal to Mr. McBride for many years, however, he was less important than Ellen.

Jamie didn’t roll down the window until Jack’s fingers turned purplish black and he thought they would be broken the next second.

Jack moved his numb hand with the other one.

"There won’t be a next time," Jamie said.

The car whizzed away.

Jack knelt on the ground dejectedly.

He didn’t understand if he had done something wrong.

Ellen was so vicious that she cursed Mr. McBride every day. She was so resilient and Mr. McBride took her child away from her. So she would not be reconciled.

He just wanted to reduce the risk brought by the woman for Mr. McBride in advance.

Why was Mr. McBride still so obsessed with her?

Ms. Beckford was better than Ellen. She helped the McBride Group a lot and was loyal to Mr. McBride.

Ellen was nothing compared to Mr. McBride.

Jack just couldn’t figure it out.

Anyway, as long as it involved the safety of Mr. McBride, he would do anything. No one could stop him.

Jack was determined that the woman could not harm Mr. McBride.

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Ellen’s car was knocked over by Allen’s.

Fortunately, the car got stuck into a mud pit on one side. The soft soil resisted part of the impact and the airbag was opened in time. Ellen fastened her seat belt, so the crash did not cause serious damage to her.

She was knocked unconscious for a short while.

When she woke up, she felt a piercing pain in her spine, as if the bones in it had been broken.

She frowned, unbuckled her seatbelt, and tried to climb out of the car.

The window was not broken completely. Ellen could only try to pry it open with her bare hands.

Her hands were cut by the fragments, dripping with blood, but she still climbed out without any hesitation.

Looking around, she found it was a desolate place without cars, so she couldn’t ask anyone for help at all.

Her mobile phone was also completely destroyed because of the collision.

Ellen looked back and saw that the car of Allen hit a big tree, which was only a few yards away from her.

At this moment, his car was smoking.

The ringtone from his car made Ellen feel fortunate, so she limped over and saw that his phone was in the crack next to the passenger seat. It was still flashing, available.

At this time, Allen was still unconscious.

Ellen reached out her hand to get his phone in order to call the police for help.

But the phone was beyond her reach, so Ellen tried once but failed.

She had to turn her head to be away from the car and try her best to stretch her arms inside to reach for the phone inside.

Finally, she got it.

Just as she was about to take it out, a drop of wet liquid dripped on the back of her hand, which made her feel uncomfortable.

A few more drops of liquid dripped down again.

Ellen withdrew her hand a little before turning around to take a look.

At first glance, she was shocked.

Allen held her with his bloody hand and struggled to say, "Save me. Save me."

Ellen found that his left hand was caught under the steering wheel. On it was a gap. His left hand was forcibly squeezed in by the force of the impact.

It looked very painful.

He looked weak, so his ribs must be broken.

He couldn’t move now, so he had to ask Ellen for help.

"Save me, Ms. Robbins, please," Allen said pitifully.

Ellen didn’t trust him. She didn’t want to save him when she thought of how he tried to hit her just now.

As long as she could get his phone, she should be able to find evidence on his phone.

It was unnecessary to save him.

Allen seemed to see her intention, so he desperately said, "Ms. Robbins, I’m useful. I’m useful. That person is so powerful that the evidence on my phone is not enough. I can testify for you. I can prove that someone asked me to change the sample. Isn’t that what you want?"

Ellen was tempted by his words.

It was true that Jamie was so powerful that Allen’s mobile phone alone might not be enough to overturn the previous result. It would be even better if Allen was a witness.

Seeing that Ellen was tempted, Allen continued, "Look at me. Ouch. I’m no match for you. Don’t worry. Even if you save me, I won’t be able to hurt you."

The car was smoking and might explode at any time. Allen could not pull out his hand stuck by the wheel.

He pleaded, "Please save me, Ms. Robbins. I have a two-year-old daughter at home. She just learns to speak and starts calling me Dad. I can’t die. If I die, she will have no father."

Allen knew what Ellen had done was to fight for custody, so she cared about the child very much.

Therefore, Ellen must be touched when he mentioned the child.

In fact, he didn’t intend to take his wife away, let alone the annoying little bastard who always cried.

He didn’t know it was painful to give birth to a child. In addition, he was born to be gluttonous and lazy. He didn’t seek progress and was vain. How could such a person have any feelings for children?

But at this time, the child was a bargaining chip.

He knew that women would always be touched at the mention of children.

Allen kept begging, looking weak and pitiful.

He kept saying how cute, well-behaved, and adorable his daughter was.

Ellen didn’t believe him at first, but his words softened her heart.

Allen did have a daughter who had just spoken. If her father died, she would be pitiful.

No matter how bad Allen was, his child was innocent.

Ellen couldn’t bear to see another family fall apart.

So, she went to the other side, smashed the rest of the window, and then pulled Allen’s hand stuck by the wheel.

"Ah. Bit..."

Allen wanted to scold her, but he changed his words and said, "Be careful. Be careful. it is painful."

Ellen said grumpily, "You don’t need to be punished for doing bad things. You can’t even bear this little pain, and you still want to do bad things?"

Allen was full of curses, but he did not dare to say it out loud. He could only say in a muffled voice, "I know, Ms. Robins. Please be gentle. Hiss. Hey, be careful."

With a "slash", Allen finally pulled out his hand stuck by the partition.

"Ouch," Allen screamed.