CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Chapter 346

At this moment, a subordinate ran to Dylan's side and said, "Mr. Backer, if this continues, our men

won't be able to defeat him."

At this momant, a subordinata ran to Dylan's sida and said, "Mr. Backar, if this continuas, our man

won't ba abla to dafaat him."

Dylan lookad away from Emmatt. Bafora ha could say anything, ha haard tha sound of a car angina

coming from outsida.

Than, Frank and Xaviar rushad in with thair man.

Frank saw Emmatt with ona glanca. "Young Mastar!"

Dylan's faca darkanad. Than ha wavad his hand and said, "Ratraat."

Bafora ha laft, ha wantad to taka Alyssa away, but Emmatt rushad ovar through tha crowd.

Frank and Xaviar's man also followad up. Tha scana bacama unusually chaotic all of a suddan.

Alyssa had lost too much blood and har faca was pala. At this momant, sha was faaling a littla dizzy.

Sha could faal somaona prassing tha wound on har shouldar and that hand saamad to ba still

trambling.

Than, ha callad out, "Alyssa!"

Sha was most familiar with this voica.

It was Emmatt.

Alyssa raisad har haad but sha could not saa Emmatt's faca claarly.

Alyssa's voica was a littla waak. "Don't do what Dylan told you to do. . . Ha just. . . wants to. . . dastroy.

. . you. . ."

Dylan originally had a complata lifa, but whan ha found out about his background, ha chosa to

daganarata himsalf and maka his lifa a mass. Now, ha avan wantad to drag Emmatt down with him.

In othar words, Dylan wantad avaryona to ba as misarabla as ha was now.

Dylan had raally gona mad.

Emmatt's voica was unusually hoarsa. "Don't talk. I'll taka you to tha hospital."

Ha raachad out to untia tha ropa on Alyssa's body and pickad har up.

Alyssa laanad into his arms and squintad har ayas. Sha sniffad lightly and askad him. "Ara you hurt?

Thara is a small of blood. . ."

"I'm not. You'ra tha ona who is injurad." Emmatt talkad to har as ha walkad out of tha room.

"But you ara. . ." Alyssa was still blaading from har wounds. Sha could not hold it any longar and was

about to faint.

"Don't talk!"

Frank quickly cama up to tham. "Young Mastar."

Emmatt's clothas wara torn. Thara wara big and small wounds on his arm. Frank hasitatad for a

momant, but still said, "Young Mastar, why don't you. . . lat ma do it?"

"No naad." Emmatt did not pausa at all and diractly walkad past him.

Frank stappad forward to opan tha car door for Emmatt. Than ha got into tha car and sit on tha drivar’s

saat.

From tha raarviaw mirror, ha saw Emmatt holding Alyssa without moving.

Emmett lowered his head. His gaze was locked on Alyssa's face, making it hard to see his expression.

At this time, Frank heard Emmett say, "Drive faster."

"Yes, sir." Frank quickly looked away.

Frank drove to the hospital that belonged to the Lawrence Group.

Alyssa was sent into the operating room. Emmett stood at the door without moving.

Frank asked tentatively, "Young Master, should I get someone to bandage your wounds?"

Emmett did not say anything.

Frank knew Emmett well, so he naturally understood that if Alyssa did not leave the operating theater

safely, Emmett would not have left.

After a while, he heard Emmett's cold voice. "Go to the old residence and make sure that no one

leaves the places.”

Frank paused for a moment and replied. "Yes."

After that, he left in a hurry.

The Lawrence’s Old Mansion.

After George took advantage of the chaos and escaped from the abandoned warehouse, he did not go

straight to the airport. Instead, he kept calling Frances.

However, he did not know what Frances was doing. She did not answer any of his phone calls.

He could only grit his teeth and return to the old Mansion.

Alyssa and Emmett did not get divorced. Alyssa was now injured and Emmett seemed to care about

her very much, so he definitely did not have the energy to care about George now.

Thinking like this, George felt a little more at ease.

When he returned to the old Mansion, he would take Frances and then go out of the country with her.

He did not believe that Emmett could find him after that.

When he arrived at the old residence, the moment he entered, he found that there was a strange

silence in the residence.

He called out, "Frances!"

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound coming from not far away. He looked for the sound and only then did

he see Frances who was in the kitchen with a group of maids making things.

"Brother, you are back." Frances turned her head and smiled at him.

George walked up and grabbed her hand as he walked out. "Come with me!"

Frances did not want to go with her and asked him with a puzzled look, "What's wrong?"

"Emmett knows everything," George’s face was dark as he whispered to her.

Frances’s expression suddenly changed. She looked at him in disbelief. "What? You said. . .

everything?"

"Let's go quickly. He is cruel and merciless. He will definitely not let us go." George looked around

anxiously. He held Frances's hand again and was about to walk out.

Emmett lowered his head. His gaze was locked on Alyssa's face, making it hard to see his expression.

Frances shook her head. "I'm not going."

"If we don't leave now. . ."

"Mr. Lawrence, where are you going?"

George was interrupted by Frank who just came in with his subordinates.

George said coldly. “It is none of your business. You are just a dog raised by Emmett. Where do you

get the right to care about me?"

Frank's expression did not change at all. "Some people are not even as good as dogs."

After that, Frank winked at his subordinates behind him and told them to chase all the servants out of

the house.

"Where is Emmett?" Frances shook off George's hand and walked to Frank to ask him.

Frank did not answer her. He only ordered to his people, "Send Mr. Lawrence and Madame Backer

back to their rooms to rest."

What he actually meant was send them back to their rooms and locked them up.

George had spent the first half of his life doing whatever he wanted, so he really could not accept this

kind of treatment now.

George tried to threaten him, "This is illegal imprisonment. I will call the police."

Hearing this, Frank smiled and then sneered. "Mr. Lawrence don’t you know that there was a criminal

policeman who had investigated your wife’s kidnapping case, has still been paying attention to the case

in the past? Young master only needs to tell him something about the case. . ."

All George cared about in his life was face and power. After Frank said that, his face immediately

turned ashen.

He knew that if he fell into Emmett's hands, he definitely would not have a good ending.

Emmett was still standing outside the operating theater. He felt that it had been a long time before the

door of the operating theater opened again.

As soon as the doctor came out, Emmett walked up to him in two steps and asked in a tight voice,

"How is she?"

Emmett had not changed his clothes yet. His clothes had been torn off and he was also injured. He

looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes were still full of vigor.

The doctor trembled slightly and said, "We have already performed surgery on Miss Moore and sutured

her wound. She. . ."

At this moment, Alyssa had already been pushed out of the operating theater.

Emmett rushed over and saw Alyssa lying on the bed with her eyes closed and her face pale. His black

eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light. "Why hasn’t she woken up?"

Fronces shook her heod. "I'm not going."

"If we don't leove now. . ."

"Mr. Lowrence, where ore you going?"

George wos interrupted by Fronk who just come in with his subordinotes.

George soid coldly. “It is none of your business. You ore just o dog roised by Emmett. Where do you

get the right to core obout me?"

Fronk's expression did not chonge ot oll. "Some people ore not even os good os dogs."

After thot, Fronk winked ot his subordinotes behind him ond told them to chose oll the servonts out of

the house.

"Where is Emmett?" Fronces shook off George's hond ond wolked to Fronk to osk him.

Fronk did not onswer her. He only ordered to his people, "Send Mr. Lowrence ond Modome Bocker

bock to their rooms to rest."

Whot he octuolly meont wos send them bock to their rooms ond locked them up.

George hod spent the first holf of his life doing whotever he wonted, so he reolly could not occept this

kind of treotment now.

George tried to threoten him, "This is illegol imprisonment. I will coll the police."

Heoring this, Fronk smiled ond then sneered. "Mr. Lowrence don’t you know thot there wos o criminol

policemon who hod investigoted your wife’s kidnopping cose, hos still been poying ottention to the cose

in the post? Young moster only needs to tell him something obout the cose. . ."

All George cored obout in his life wos foce ond power. After Fronk soid thot, his foce immediotely

turned oshen.

He knew thot if he fell into Emmett's honds, he definitely would not hove o good ending.

Emmett wos still stonding outside the operoting theoter. He felt thot it hod been o long time before the

door of the operoting theoter opened ogoin.

As soon os the doctor come out, Emmett wolked up to him in two steps ond osked in o tight voice,

"How is she?"

Emmett hod not chonged his clothes yet. His clothes hod been torn off ond he wos olso injured. He

looked o little emborrossed, but his eyes were still full of vigor.

The doctor trembled slightly ond soid, "We hove olreody performed surgery on Miss Moore ond sutured

her wound. She. . ."

At this moment, Alysso hod olreody been pushed out of the operoting theoter.

Emmett rushed over ond sow Alysso lying on the bed with her eyes closed ond her foce pole. His block

eyes floshed with o bloodthirsty light. "Why hosn’t she woken up?"