"Bang!"
In a Rolls-Royce parked far from the hotel, there was an earth-shattering sound.
"Fucking courteous death!"
Boris threw away his phone, cursed in a low voice, kicked the car door, and ran towards the crowd.
Dunn got out of the car immediately, caught up with him and stood in front of him, "Mr. Lewis, you shouldn't show up now! Maybe Sean is also watching the live broadcast. If he sees it, then your previous plan will be in vain!"
"Go away! Ziana is falling from the building! You tell me I shouldn't show up?" Boris' anxious eyes were red. His mouth twitched slightly, and he tried his best to endure the pain, "If he sees me, let him see me! If Ziana dies, I will kill them all without leaving any of them!"
He started planning more than a year ago. He suppressed his love to deliberately alienate her and hurt her. Why?
If she was dead, then what was the point of him doing all this!