She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 312: Touch Her Again, And Your Life Is Over

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Touch Her Again, And Your Life Is Over

Vivia Fuller was stunned.

Liam Cloud hooked up the corner of his lips with a cold sneer, his gaze pausing on Vivia Fuller.

Feeling like she’s being watched by a demon, Vivia Fuller shook her head desperately in fear. The silent stare from him, without a word, felt like a death sentence to her, "No, please, I don’t want this... I..."

Suddenly, the man seemed to have a gun in his hand out of nowhere, casually fitting it with a silencer, his hooked lips revealing a hint of madness.

"I... don’t want this, please, let me go, I beg you... I really didn’t..."

Her speech was incoherent as she choked on her saliva and looked at the gun’s dark muzzle aimed at her; her face turned deathly pale.

Terror and despair were vividly displayed on her face as Liam Cloud coldly enjoyed the scene.

"Bang!" A muted sound of a bullet firing.

"Ah..." Vivia Fuller was trembling and screaming manically on the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang." Several more shots followed.

A pool of liquid spread where Vivia Fuller was sitting.

She had peed herself in fear.

"Ah... don’t kill me, please don’t kill me... I won’t dare again... ah..."

Liam Cloud lowered his head, looking at the woman on the ground as he let out a low laugh, casually tossing the handgun to his subordinate, his eyes full of mockery. He turned and nonchalantly took a few steps forward, then looked back indifferently at the still screaming person on the ground, his voice cold, "Touch her again, and you’re dead."

Having said this, Liam Cloud lazily retracted his gaze, got into the car, and another man, abandoning the terrified Mia Fuller, scoffed and took the driver’s seat, the black car speeding away.

Only Vivia Fuller and Mia Fuller remained sitting on the ground, as if everything that just happened was a nightmare.

Mia Fuller took several deep breaths while sitting on the ground before she was able to somewhat stabilize her emotions, looking at Vivia Fuller, still curled up and holding her head.

She swallowed her saliva and clenched her hand, staggering towards Vivia Fuller.

"I... I’ve seen him before."

Vivia Fuller, still in shock, held her head and took deep breaths, her eyes unprecedentedly empty and lifeless.

It took her a long time to realize that those bullets hadn’t actually hit her; that man was just torturing her, taking revenge for Hope Williams.

Vivia Fuller moved her legs a little and felt a chilling sensation; she was so ashamed that she wished she could burrow into a hole and hide.

Hearing Mia Fuller’s voice, Vivia Fuller’s anger flared even more; she had actually considered sacrificing Mia Fuller to save herself.

This bitch.

"You bitch... just now you..."

Mia Fuller’s voice was still trembling; she hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her bag and handed it to Vivia Fuller, cutting off Vivia Fuller’s words, "He... he... is having an affair with Hope Williams."

Vivia Fuller paused, furrowed her brows, glanced at the photos on Mia Fuller’s phone, and her hollow eyes suddenly lit up.

"Where did you get these pictures?"

"At the club, I... I took them secretly." She had sent them to Waylon Lewis at the time.

Vivia Fuller snatched the phone from Mia Fuller’s hands, gripping it fiercely, frantically swiping through the pictures on the phone, her malicious eyes as if wanting to bore a hole through the two people.

After a while, she fiercely lifted her head and asked Mia Fuller.

"Did anyone notice you taking these pictures?"

Mia Fuller swallowed her saliva, racked her brain to remember, and gave a precise answer, "No... nobody noticed."

A dark gleam flashed in Vivia Fuller’s eyes; she sent all the photos from Mia Fuller’s phone to her own.

With both hands on the car, she struggled to stand up, took a deep breath, glanced back at the wet ground, the coldness in her eyes growing, "Don’t let word of today’s incident get out."

"Why? I want to tell Grandfather..."

Vivia Fuller leaned over and grabbed Mia Fuller by the collar.

"Keep quiet if you don’t want to die."

After speaking, Vivia Fuller got into the car and drove off.

Mia Fuller hastily got up from the ground and chased after her, "Vivia Fuller, I haven’t gotten in the car yet!"

Vivia Fuller had no intention of stopping, leaving Mia Fuller to scream in frustration.

Her handbag was in the car, her phone was taken by her, and in this villa area, it was impossible to hail a taxi.

Mia Fuller’s mind was in turmoil; if that man had really killed Vivia Fuller just now, everything would be easy to explain.

But he didn’t, and now Vivia Fuller, a woman who never lets an offense go unavenged, would surely remember what she had said; she wasn’t going to let it go.

She was terrified, so she pulled out those photos to change the topic and please Vivia Fuller.

In the afternoon, Hope Williams changed her outfit, applied light makeup to freshen up, and took the two little ones, Luke and Willow, to the old residence.

As soon as she stepped out of the villa’s front gate, a Rolls-Royce steadily stopped in front of them, the driver immediately got out of the car, "Young Madam, young master, misses, the master sent me to pick you up. Please get in the car, Young Madam."

Hope Williams pursed her lips, recognizing the Lewis Family driver, Uncle Woods, and after a moment of thought, revealed a faint smile between her brows, nodding, "Alright."

Getting into the car, Hope Williams immediately sent a message to Waylon Lewis, telling him to come to the old house for dinner after work.

The car soon steadily stopped at the doorstep of the old house.

Uncle Woods promptly got out to open the door for Hope Williams, who alighted with Luke and Willow.

Lifting her eyes, her gaze fell on Christopher Lewis and Alitzel Williams, who were standing at the door.

Hope Williams was baffled and gently furrowed her eyebrows.

Christopher Lewis, wearing a dark face and reluctantly, walked up, "Since you’re here, get inside quickly."

"Cough cough!" Alitzel Williams swept him a look and coughed lightly as a reminder.

Christopher turned to glance at Alitzel Williams, his lips firmly pursed, "I have personally come out to welcome her; what more do you want me to do?"

Alitzel Williams played with her fingers, seemingly casual yet with a grave expression, retorting, "You tell me."

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