Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Chapter 1727

Chapter 1727

Shirley had said, "Eveline, let me ask you a question. What's the most terrifying and mortifying experience that you're most reluctant to relive in your life?"

Madeline knew better than anyone the experience she was most reluctant to recall. It was the time when she had been in so much pain that she had wanted to die. To her, it had been a time of misery. A living hell.

Madeline then suddenly realized what might happen when the poison reached the final stage that Shirley mentioned.

'No.

'Don't jump to conclusions.'

Madeline's mind wondered, then she gently shook her head, collecting her thoughts.

Her heart was racing. Once her breathing difficulties had alleviated, she hailed a car by the roadside, considering returning to the hospital.

After getting into the car, however, Madeline's imagination ran wild against her volition again.

Initially, she had been unafraid of the physical pain and torment. She had thought she could endure them because the pain she had experienced previously was far worse than it was now. She had made it through those experiences, so why should she fear?

However, Madeline had a feeling that the final stage Shirley mentioned would not torment Madeline physically, but rather destroy her mentally.

Screech!

The car braked suddenly as Madeline was still deep in thought.

Her body reflexively launched forward, quickly grabbing onto the handle.

"What happened?"

Curious, Madeline lifted her gaze and looked.

Without waiting for the driver's answer, Madeline immediately understood what had happened.

She saw that Carter and his car were in front of the taxi; it was clear that Carter had forced the taxi to stop.

"I'm sorry, that's my friend. I'll get out now." Madeline immediately paid the driver and got out.

Upon seeing this, the driver knew something was amiss, so he reversed the car and left.

White snow gusted furtively into the air as biting squalls passed by on this winter day.

Madeline calmly looked at Carter who wore a black coat. His mannerism did not seem to be that of the cultured and refined noble that he had before. Now, his presence seemed to radiate a dark and chilling aura as dangerous as the piercing cold wind.

"I don't want to cause you trouble," Carter said, breaking the silence.

Madeline listened as the cold wind whistled past her ear. She lifted her hand to wrap her scarf around her neck.

"Why did you stop me then, Mr. Gray?" Madeline asked calmly.

Carter walked in front of Madeline. "Where's Shirley?"

Madeline could not help but feel that something was odd upon hearing this.

She had thought that Carter intercepted her here because he had been tailing her, but that did not seem to be the case. He might have merely been waiting for an opportunity on this road.

"Are you concerned about her, or are you worried that your plan would be affected if something happens to your pawn?" Madeline asked and chuckled softly.

Carter seemed to frown, then opened his mouth to speak in a cold, but not quite angry, tone. "Eveline, I'm quite fond of you, truly. I think you're very special, but I hope that you won't use it in a different place."