His Dangerous Love

Chapter 128 The Gentry Family's Women Were Worth Playing With

Chapter 128 The Gentry Family's Women Were Worth Playing With

After closing the door and making sure that the waiter outside hadn't noticed anything, Elianna finally felt relieved.

Looking at the lifeless body of Roger on the sofa, Elianna inexplicably felt anxious.

"Is he dead?"

Jefferson finished his last smoke of the cigarette and pressed the butt on the table, speaking casually.

"Well, that can only be blamed on his bad luck. He couldn't even withstand a single blow and died."

He said it so easily, but that was the most dangerous part. It was possible to die in excruciating pain.

But Elianna didn't dare to argue with him, she was afraid that this lord would chop her up if he got unhappy.

She also feared that if Roger died like this, it wouldn't end well. Elianna swallowed nervously and tiptoed towards Roger.

At this moment, Roger's face was pale and his chest no longer showed any signs of movement due to blood loss.

Elianna tentatively placed her hand under his nose, holding her breath anxiously.

There was a faint flow of air, although weak, it seemed to be steady. It seemed like he wouldn't die for the time being.

Elianna breathed a sigh of relief but belatedly felt scared.

When she turned her head to discuss a plan with Jefferson, she noticed the mocking smile on his face.

Pretending not to see it, Elianna said, "Fantasy Club is Roger's place. You've injured him like this and if people outside find out, they won't let us go, will they?"

Unlike Elianna's nervousness, Jefferson was calm and played with a trinket on the table.

"Maybe."

He smiled at Elianna. "Or do you have a way to help us escape?"

"Escape?"

Elianna widened her eyes, unable to believe it. "You didn't only... bring Case along, did you?"

Jefferson nodded without any pressure. "Yes."

"And then you sent him away?"

"Mhm."

Elianna's vision went dark.

Jefferson eagerly observed her despondent appearance, propping his head on the table as he looked at her. "What's wrong? Don't you want to die with me?"

What nonsense! If she could live well, why would she want to die?

Now it was not the time for debate. Elianna took a deep breath and made a suggestion.

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"Good idea, but..."

Jefferson glanced at his wristwatch. "It's almost 9 o'clock, and Roger goes downstairs to patrol at this time every day. If he doesn't go, his subordinates will come looking for him."

Two minutes were not enough to leave.

Elianna felt anxious, like a hot ant on a stove. Before she could come up with a plan, the door was knocked.

"Mr. Roberts, we are waiting downstairs. Are you coming down now?"

Dong Dong Dong...

"Mr. Roberts?"

Seeing the doorknob turning, Elianna was relieved that she had locked the door.

However, this would not hold for long. If they didn't send the person away, they would be discovered sooner or later.

Elianna thought of a somewhat embarrassing but potentially effective method.

Meanwhile, the person outside had been knocking for a while without Roger responding, raising suspicions.

He had heard that Mr. Larsen had arrived and hadn't left yet. Could something be wrong?

Contemplating whether to find someone to break down the door, he suddenly heard a woman's seductive moan from inside.

He listened carefully and heard creaking sounds as if the bed was under strain.

His subordinates found this strange. While Roger had indulged in women before, it had never delayed his patrol.

He casually grabbed a waiter. "Who's inside?"

This waiter happened to be in charge of the VIP guests on this floor and whispered, "Henry, it's Ms. Gentry."

"Oh, I see."

Henry understood that the Gentry family's women were worth playing with.

Waving his hand, he said, "Alright, I'm going downstairs first. You guys keep an eye on this floor."