Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce



Chapter 1130 Raise Your Hand, Don't Move!

This heavy blow directly knocked Alivia into a coma. Although she had been breathing all the time, she was getting weaker and weaker, and her face was getting worse. It went from pale to a slightly bluish tint at the end.

Owen's finger was not broken, but a chunk of flesh was missing. He dared not go to see a doctor, and the only thing he had with him was some disinfectant. His index finger, which was once intact, was now swollen to the size of a sausage, and the missing piece looked both ridiculous and horrifying.

That night, none of the three got a good rest. Owen couldn't sleep because his finger was in pain, while the other two were afraid that the woman in the cement room might die.

They would occasionally go in to take a look, with intervals of no more than three hours, fearing they might be involved in a murder case.

Early the next morning, just as the day was breaking, Owen got up and casually ate something. He then turned around and woke up the other two, who were still asleep.

"Get up, get up!" Owen casually spat out a mouthful of phlegm and ordered the two of them, "There's no more water. The two of you go down and find some water!"

The man glanced at the time on his phone. It was only 5:30 a.m. At this time, even the villagers had not woken up. Where could they find water? However, when they met Owen's fierce gaze, they all swallowed their complaints and quickly wiped their faces before heading outside. The only way out was a narrow path that couldn't accommodate a car; it was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

They yawned and wore their shirts loosely while walking, cursing along the way, "Damn it, is this Owen crazy? Asking us to look for water at this hour! Where the hell are we supposed to find water? If he gets too thirsty, he can drink his own urine!"

"With his behavior, even peeing is crooked!"

"Haha!" The man raised his hand to wipe his face. "But is he really kidnapping? Why does it look like he wants to..."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Speaking of this, he paused, but the expression in his eyes had already revealed the truth.

Kill her.

As these two words flashed across their minds, both of them were stunned. The drowsiness and laziness on their faces faded away and were replaced by seriousness and nervousness.

"No way. He shouldn't have the guts to do that. This is a human life. It's not so easy to kill her."

"It's hard to say." Another person shook his head and looked at the mountain in the distance. "His fingers are inflamed, but he doesn't care. This person is too vicious."

The topic was too heavy, and they didn't want to continue. When they were about to reach the intersection of the mountain, they saw a small shop owned by a local villager. From a distance, they saw the villager getting off the motorcycle. It was estimated that he had just opened the door.

"Oh, not bad. It looks like we've finally found a place with water."

The two of them hurriedly took a few steps and pushed the door open, striding to the counter. Their gaze scanned the rows of canned goods and mineral water, and one of them pointed with his finger and said, "Give me three bottles of water."

The shop owner was a very plain local person, wearing a light gray coat, with black hair mixed with a few strands of white, stubble on his face, and a dark complexion. Upon hearing this, his expression visibly tensed, and he asked, "This one?"

The two quickly raised their heads, their long-term alertness making them keenly observe the shop owner's stiff gesture. They exchanged a glance and felt that something was wrong. As they turned to run, their foreheads met a cold, hard force.

"Raise your hand! Don't move!"