She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 715: The Terrifying Master Sam

No one wanted to die in such a situation, and no one wanted anything to happen to their best friend, so they remained at a standstill.

Kelvin was the only one who couldn't swim, and bringing him along would only diminish their chances of survival.

Just as he decided to take matters into his own hands, Stella took the lead.

She removed the bell from her hand and handed it to him, instructing, "Kelvin, please give this to my brother, and tell him not to forget me, okay?"

Before her words had even fully settled, she leaped into the raging sea without hesitation.

As Kelvin instinctively reached out to grab her, Sam opened his eyes just in time to witness the scene.

The seed of misunderstanding was sown that day, gradually taking root and sprouting.

Later, Kelvin and Sam drifted on the sea for three days and nights without a single drop of water.

In the end, that woman and her people eventually found them.

The first thing he saw when he woke up in the hospital was his "mother" Gracie sitting by Sam's bedside, tenderly caring for Sam.

And when she saw that he had finally regained consciousness, she coldly reprimanded him, "How could you let Sam get into trouble? Kelvin, remember: even if you die, you must protect Sam!" Kelvin couldn't remember what he felt at that moment when she uttered those words, only that Corey had also arrived at that time.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

His father merely glanced at him.

Seeing that he was still alive, he didn't say anything and hurriedly left, claiming that there were still matters to attend to at the company.

Not once was there a word of concern throughout the entire time in the hospital.

During the six months of his hospitalization, he watched his "mother" so tenderly cook soup for Sam every day, always having to wait for Sam to finish before he could have any leftovers. Afraid that Sam would find out that Stella had died trying to protect him, Gracie specifically interrogated him about the details of that day.

Later, Kelvin's memory remained stuck on that afternoon filled with the smell of disinfectant.

A blinding light in his mind took away his memories of that experience.

In his consciousness, he forgot about Stella.

And Gracie took away the bell he held.

It wasn't until a few days ago when he was hiding in the Miller residence's attic that he accidentally saw the bell on her foot, that Kelvin's hypnotized memories began to reappear. After hearing Kelvin's explanation, doubts also arose in Sam's mind.

After the initial panic, he quickly denied such claims.

It must have been because Kelvin wanted to shift the blame that he fabricated such a lie.

He was certain that he remembered Kelvin, this selfish and self-serving person, pushing his sister into the deep sea just to survive, moments before he lost consciousness.

"Kelvin, don't try to talk your way out of this. I only believe in what I see with my own eyes. What you're doing now is just trying to evade responsibility."

Could it be that Stella really died because of him?

Were all the years of seeking revenge in vain?

Sam couldn't bring himself to make such an assumption.

These "facts" severely challenged his long-held beliefs.

He simply couldn't believe what Kelvin was saying.

There were only three of them present that day, and he was unconscious.

If it hadn't been for Kelvin, how could Stella have inexplicably fallen into the sea and died?

Kelvin's claim that she committed suicide was absurd and laughable.

He personally taught Stella how to swim.

As her teacher, how could he not know about her swimming ability?

It was Kelvin, the only one among them who couldn't swim, who emerged unscathed in the end.

How could he believe the words coming out of Kelvin's mouth?

Kelvin never thought that his years-long friendship with Sam would come to an end like this; it completely caught him off guard. "Cut to the chase. What's your purpose?" he demanded.

Having traveled all the way from Chulae, Sam couldn't possibly be here just to catch up with him.

Sam's beautifully slender fingers snapped gracefully in the air, his cherry-red lips curving into a sly smile as he arched his eyebrows.

"It's effortless to converse with clever people. In consideration of our longstanding friendship, I'll give you a chance," he said. "Take it," Kelvin replied.

As soon as the words left his lips, a metal dagger came hurtling towards him. It nearly smashed into Chris' face, but Kelvin's quick reflexes allowed him to grab hold of it in time.

His large hand tightly gripped the hilt

of the dagger as he slowly drew it from its sheath, his deep, cold eyes fixated on it. The silver blade bore traces of blood that had oxidized from a fiery red to a dark purple color.

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Kelvin had no idea what Sam had done before coming here. Because at any moment, his own blood could be staining the blade as well.

He tossed away the sheath, lifted his chin, and the silver, ferocious mask on his face gleamed with a faint, piercing light in the reflection of the lamplight. Kelvin's pupils shone like stars. "Where shall we go?" he demanded.

"How about the World Trade Center?" Sam replied.

The World Trade Center was the

tallest building in the city,

comparable to the Truphis Tower. On the television, a well-dressed female anchor was fluently speaking in Jostrana. "Attention, everyone. The Meteorological Agency issued a yellow warning this afternoon. Typhoon 'Salangane' is about to land on Jostrana Island, bringing extreme weather

has

conditions..."

The World Trade Center, top floor.

Dark, heavy clouds gathered in the sky, covering the city's lights, making everything feel heavy and oppressive.

A bolt of lightning snaked through

the sky like a wandering serpent,

instantly illuminating the night as bright as day. Soon, the sky began to rain heavily, the noise of the

downpour drowning out all other sounds.

Except for the crisp sound of weapons clashing at the moment of impact, the surroundings fell silent.

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, and even the vehicles were racing at high speed to get home before the typhoon hit. The world was in a hurry.

Amidst this, the two figures on the rooftop were still engaged in a life-and-death battle between warriors.

Black and white, these extreme contrasting colors, silently clashed again and again, sparking dazzling flashes of light.

Clang-

The short sword descended from the air.

Chris and Corey watched with tense expressions. Both pairs of eyes were fixed on the black figure in the heavy rain.

Each time Sam launched an attack, heading straight for the man's vitals, both of them couldn't help but cry out in worry. "Mr. Foley, be careful!"