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Let Me Go, Boss - Chapter 15
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Seeing Kristen walk over alone, the reporters who had been hesitating all rushed over and raised their microphones to ask all kinds of tricky questions.
Kristen’s thin body was caught in the crowd. She felt her body constantly being pushed, squeezed, and pulled. She was sick and had a fever. Facing these sharp gazes and questions, she had the illusion of being swallowed alive.
In the chaos, a camera hit Kristen’s forehead. Its sharp edge brushed her skin and left a small would.
Bright red blood flowed into her eyes along her forehead. Her vision was blood red. Because it was dazzling, Kristen had to close her eyes. She opened her eyes after adapting to the stimulation of her eyes.
The reporters in front of her did not see that she was injured and continued to move forward. One of the reporters raised his microphone and asked something unrelated, “Ms. Lawrence, I heard that Mr. Latham had a fiancée four years ago. It was you who inserted and separated them. Is that true?”
As soon as the reporter finished speaking, everyone was shocked. Kristen and Marco had never been interviewed together. Everyone was guessing that the relationship between them was not good, but they did not expect that there was such big news.
Kristen was a mistress?
Kristen reached out to wipe the blood off her forehead. She was forced to reveal a brilliant smile in front of cameras. But her gaze was cold. It was a bit sinister.
All of Kristen’s small actions in front of the reporters would become infinitely big. Not speaking meant acquiescence. When she smiled, it meant that she was mocking and not respecting others. She was a typical shameless person.
Just as they were about to continue asking questions, Kristen suddenly stood in space. She bent her knees and knelt. Her back was straight as if nothing could crush her.
The reporters were stunned. They didn’t believe that she would kneel in front of cameras!
As a result, all sorts of hot headlines appeared one after another on all the online platforms.
Kristen Knelt to Redeem Marco Latham and Apologize to His Wife.
Kristen Knelt on Behalf of Her “Murderer” Father.
The Young Lady of the Lawrence family is A Mistress! Kneeling on the Street for Forgiveness.
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The cameras were all aimed at her, taking pictures of her kneeling.
“Ms. Lawrence, now that the Lawrence family is going bankrupt, will Mr. Latham divorce you?” The reporter asked a sharp question.
The flashing lights were focused on Kristen’s face, trying to capture her subtle expression. However, after staring at her for a long time, Kristen remained expressionless.
The surroundings were bustling with noise. Kristen’s gaze was cold. A sense of loneliness surged from all directions as if it wanted to devour her.
The dark clouds above her head became thicker as if they were about to collapse at any moment. After a few muffled thunder sounds, wind and clouds rose, and raindrops hit on the tip of Kristen’s nose. Her eyelashes trembled.
When the cameraman saw that it was raining, he immediately put away the machine. The reporters left one after another. Only Kristen was still kneeling.
The heavy rain drenched her face. Her clothes were wet and clung to her body. It was cold. It seemed to have passed through her skin and entered her bone. Even her soul trembled.
Marco was standing not far behind her, watching her kneeling in the rain like a puppet. When Bob came over with bodyguards, they were almost gone.
The bodyguards formed a circle and surrounded Kristen, not allowing the onlookers to get close.
Bob did not know the truth. He asked, “Why is Miss Kristen kneeling? How long has she been kneeling?”
“Half an hour.”
Bob glanced over. It seemed that Marco had asked her to kneel, and it was unknown why she had knelt.
Marco said she had to kneel for half an hour. Bob looked at the woman in the middle of the road and felt that she was quite pitiful.
The family members of the deceased somehow knew that Kristen was kneeling here. A group of people ran over regardless of the heavy rain and smashed the trash they had prepared for a long time towards her.
A green can smash directly on the wound of Kristen’s forehead. The yellowish liquid flowed with her blood and covered her entire face.
The air froze. A woman’s sharp voice came from the crowd.
“Kristen, your father deserves to die! You are not a good person! Your whole family is locusts! Scum!”
“That’s right. Your father had disappeared for four days, but she was dating.”
“There are no good things in the Lawrence family. Darin deserved to die. He harmed so many families.”
“Smash! Anyway, no one will care. Smash her face! She was shameless!”
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For a moment, the surrounding atmosphere was nervous. No matter what they held in their hands, they all smashed towards Kristen. The bodyguards in front of Kristen were all in trouble. They frowned and dared not move.
At this time, Kristen was like a rat. Her dignity was shattering bit by bit.
The surroundings were in chaos. Kristen’s thin body swayed left and right. It was so painful. Head, stomach, and knee… No part of her body was comfortable.
Kristen’s gaze was still cold. Her lips were tightly pursed. She sucked in a breath of cold air into her chest. Her straight back gradually bent down uncontrollably…
Marco frowned. His eyes were as black as ink. No one could understand his thoughts. Bob, who was beside him, asked carefully, “President Latham, should we help?”
The rain was heavy. The ground that had been flat was now full of puddles. The raindrops fell, creating ripples. Bob looked at Kristen kneeling on the ground and felt a chill.
Marco pursed his lips and did not speak. He swept his gaze over. Kristen seemed to be crying. He had always been dismissive of her tears, but today, his mood was like the rain in the sky, scattered.
Marco glanced at his watch. Half an hour had passed. He extended his hand, “Give the umbrella to me.”
Bob was stunned and quickly opened the umbrella in his hand and handed it over.
Marco held the umbrella and slowly walked into the rain. The rain that was as big as a stone fell on the umbrella and made a sound. His innate temperament attracted the attention of passers-by.
He stood in front of Kristen, holding an umbrella to shelter her from the rain. At this time, Kristen looked up and stared at Marco intently, as if she was looking at another person through him.
They looked at each other. One stood, and the other knelt. She was as lowly as mud, and Marco was high and mighty.
The rain dripped into her eyes and turned hot. Kristen asked hoarsely, “Is the time up yet?”
“Yes. You can get up now.”
Kristen did not move. It was not that she did not want to get up, but she could not get up. Her body was weak. She had been locked up for four days and knelt in the heavy rain for half an hour. She did not know how she managed to persevere.
The cold air invaded her knees. It was like she was kneeling on a needle, which stuck in the cracks of her bones. She almost coughed out blood.
“How many years have we known each other, Marco?”
Marco was stunned. Why did she ask this question? However, he still replied, “Six years.”
Kristen shook her head and said, “Not six years. Sixteen years.”
That year, in the warm spring wind, she did not think about anything. She only wanted to remember him well and love him. Thinking about it, she thought about it for a full sixteen years.
Whether the meeting six years ago or forcing him to marry four years ago, they were all she had planned for ten years.
She had calculated the beginning, but she did not expect the ending. Six years ago, she never dreamed that Marco would be so ruthless to her.