Chapter 502 I Want Him Dead!
Wayne was piqued. He stopped tearing away Leia's gown, surprised that the woman would take the initiative.
Leia seemed to have noticed Wayne's bafflement. She wrapped her slender leg around Wayne's leg in military fatigues.
Resisting the disgust in her heart, she said coyly, "It's been so long since we last met, Wayne. I miss you so much. Where have
you been? Why didn't you come and visit me..."
Her hand sneaked under Wayne's shirt.
A lecherous smile appeared on Wayne's rugged face. His passions rose, and he started talking dirty. "Why, I haven't seen you for
a few days, and you can't hold it in anymore? I knew it. Once I've deflowered a woman, they'll always come back for more!"
"Aww, don't say that! You're just too charming..." Leia leaned against Wayne's chest and smiled happily. Her actions became
more intimate.
She did not have too much experience with that sort of thing, but she had seen many instances of that happening in the
entertainment industry. Many new female celebrities would perform sexual favors to get the roles they want. Moreover, she was
good friends with the promiscuous Charmaine, and she had learned many tips and tricks from her.
As expected, Wayne was aroused by her actions. Passions flared within him, and he could not wait for the release.
He lifted the hem of Leia's gown. Just when he was going to remove the final obstacle, he suddenly heard an aggrieved sob.
Wayne lowered his head. He noticed that Leia was crying sorrowfully. Her delicate face showed an extremely aggrieved
expression.
Tears sparkled in her eyes as she lifted her head to look at the man. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped
herself.
Wayne thought that she looked like that because he disgusted her. Instantly, his excitement was reduced by half.
He gripped her lower jaw tightly, as though he wanted to crush it. "Why, you were being so enthusiastic earlier, but now you look
like you're being forced to do it. Are you putting on an act?"
A teardrop fell from Leia's eye onto the back of Wayne's hand.
She shook her head and sobbed softly. "It's not that I don't want to do it with you, but I'm... I'm being threatened now, and I don't
have any other choice..." "Who dares to threaten the noble Ms. Norman?" Wayne furrowed his brows suspiciously.
He knew that Leia might be adopted, but her parents had treated her as though they were her birth daughter. To other people,
she was the one and only Ms. Norman. Who dared to threaten her?
Leia, with tears in her eyes, shook her head but did not speak.
She knew that her current appearance would evoke pity.
Indeed, Wayne's tone became vicious when he saw her pitiful face. "What happened? Who dares bully my woman? Tell me."
"You're so good to me, Wayne."
Leia tried to keep the goosebumps on her skin down and continued to complain to Wayne while sobbing. "You should know I'm
adopted. Before my parents adopted me, I spent several unmentionable years in an orphanage. A former employee at the
orphanage who claims that he has some dirt on me is blackmailing me for large sums of money. Otherwise, he would expose it
to the media.
"I'm afraid that my acting career will be ruined once the media gets hold of my dirt, and my adoptive parents would hate me too. I
had no other choice but to give him money on two separate occasions, but he isn't satisfied yet. This time, he told me that he
would expose my dirt if I don't give him the money in two hours... I'm so scared, I don't know what to do..."
Leia's delicate body fell on Wayne's broad chest. She was crying really hard.
Wayne burst out laughing. He lifted Leia's chin and bit heavily on her lips. "I thought it was something serious. Don't worry, you
can leave it to me. Tell me, what is your expected outcome?" "I want him dead!" For a split second, Leia's clear eyes flashed with
viciousness.
The observant Wayne noticed that.
He laughed maliciously.
What a vicious woman. She wants the people who threaten her dead.
'It's a good thing that I like vicious women.* "How are you going to thank me if I help you, hmm?" Wayne narrowed his eyes.
"If you can help me, then I... I'll do whatever you want," Leia said bashfully in Wayne's arms.
"Deal." Wayne fondled Leia for a while before letting go. "I'll meet you in Room 6666 at X Hotel in two hours. When I get there, I
want to see you naked on the bed." "Mm," Leia replied coyly with an ambiguous expression on her face.
After Wayne left, her expression turned savage.
She repeatedly washed the parts of her body that Wayne touched while cursing him.
Then, she tidied her clothes and smoothened her hair. After she restored her ladylike appearance, she smiled charmingly and
returned to the hall.
A five-foot-nine man in his mid-thirties moved through a densely wooded slope. He had a stubble beard on his chin, and he
looked haggard.
His name was Dwight Marshall. He hid in a derelict house, and any slight movement by the wind sent his heart racing.
He felt as though he had become public enemy number one, and there was nowhere for him to hide.
He did not know the identity of the woman he had hit with a car, but ever since that incident, he had encountered nothing but
trouble.
He was wanted by the police, all the detective agencies, and security companies.
His bank accounts were frozen, and he could not withdraw any money. He had never felt so miserable.
If not for the fact that he had picked up some anti-reconnaissance skills from being a gangster for so many years, he would
already have been caught.
He regretted taking that job!
If he had known that hitting a woman would bring him so much trouble, he would not have accepted the job no matter how much
money his client paid him.
Without any other choice, he could only hope that Leia would give him the cash soon.
Otherwise, he did not mind taking her down with him!
While he was on high alert, he heard a low and hoarse voice from behind him. ’Are you Dwight Marshall?"
He suffered a huge fright and instinctively nodded.
He turned around to look in the direction of the voice, and all he could see was someone in military fatigues wielding a gleaming
machete. Before he could discern who he was, the machete descended upon him like the reaper's scythe...
Blood spurted from his throat like a fountain.
Before he could make a sound, he had already breathed his last. He collapsed on the ground with his eyes wide open...
The man in the military fatigues laughed cruelly. He dipped the machete into Dwight's skull and gouged his eyes.
When Jason and Sean arrived at the scene as fast as they could, they could only see a tall but nimble figure disappear into the
woods, 1 'Damn, we're too late!' They thought.