Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 157

Charlotte’s heart clenched. Were these women sent by Darren?

Did he really intend to force her into submission, to make her confess through violence?

She braced herself and struggled to her feet, but her body had already reached its limit; even standing upright was a challenge.

“Hold her down!”

At the order, two women lunged at her.

In seconds, Charlotte was pinned hard to the cold concrete floor, her cheek pressed against the ground.

The musty air filled her nose as one of the women stomped down viciously on her wrist.

A sickening crack echoed through the cell.

Pain exploded through every nerve in her body, and in that blinding agony, Charlotte understood.

If she could still feel pain like this, it meant the fusion between the super chip and her body was almost complete. Her life was nearly spent.

Another woman drove her heel into Charlotte’s already fractured wrist.

Charlotte gritted her teeth, a muffled groan escaping as she bit down on her lip until she tasted blood.

She didn’t make a sound until the feeling in her hand faded away, and then a hoarse, bitter laugh broke from her throat.

If not for this, she would be sitting at her computer right now, carrying out the final steps of her self-rescue plan.

But in the end, it was Darren who had closed off her last escape route.

“Darren, may we never meet again in this life. And in the next…”

“In the next, let’s not meet either…”

The woman in charge caught the faint muttering but couldn’t make out what Charlotte was saying.

All she saw was sweat pouring down Charlotte’s pale forehead, which only made the smirk on her own lips grow more twisted.

Darren lifted his gaze, a trace of mockery flickering in his eyes. “I’m surprised, Mr. Fairchild. You’d hand over a fortune like this for her sake?”

Bradley took a sip of his tea, voice calm but carrying unmistakable weight. “If it means my wife walks free, it’s a price I’m willing to pay. Mr. Harrington, I suggest you think it over.”

Darren drummed his fingers along the edge of the folder. The Harrington Group’s overseas ventures were still on shaky ground—Bradley knew exactly where to strike.

But the memory of Charlotte’s cold, distant expression sent a surge of anger through him.

“And if I refuse?” Darren’s eyes narrowed, the challenge clear in his voice.

Bradley set his cup down, a chill flickering in his gaze. “Then I’m afraid the Harrington Group’s tech division will have to settle for domestic sales only.”

“I may not be able to touch Heston’s local business, but when it comes to the international smart-tech market, I can make things very difficult for you. For example…”

He paused, letting the words hang, then continued, voice light but full of intent, “I could ensure the Harrington Group is blacklisted from every major partnership outside Heston.”

Darren’s expression darkened instantly. “If you want to block the Harrington Group abroad, Mr. Fairchild, I hope you’re prepared to pay the price.”