Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle
Chapter 502 I Want Him Dead!

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.

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.

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