No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1443

Chapter 1443 Digging to the Bottom

Gareth remained expressionless as his lips moved, seemingly unaffected by the situation. Suddenly, a large group

of individuals dressed in black burst into the room, surrounding Mr. Carrerra.

In the chaos, Mr. Carrerra's subordinates had their weapons confiscated, intensifying the gravity of the situation.

Gareth firmly gripped Mr. Carrerra's jaw and forcefully shoved a handful of small pills into his mouth.

Mr. Carrerra's eyes widened with fear as he desperately tried to spit out the pills. But Gareth held his cheeks tightly,

preventing him from doing so.

"You're sealing your own fate, Gareth Wickam! While you may have me at your mercy today, do you honestly

believe I will allow this humiliation to become your triumph?"

Mr. Carrerra's teeth clenched, exuding anger and coldness from his gaze. If looks could kill, Gareth would have

perished a hundred times under Mr. Carrerra's glare.

However, Mr. Carrerra's warning did not intimidate Gareth.

The latter sneered in response, "Before you entertain thoughts of turning the tables, consider how you'll survive the

ten deadly poisons I just fed you!"

Someone seized Mr. Carrerra without delay, restraining him and forcibly throwing him into the bathroom. The door

was promptly locked from the outside, sealing his fate within.

"Ah—!"

A heart-wrenching scream reverberated through the private room. But the exceptional soundproofing ensured the

event attendees downstairs remained oblivious to the disturbance.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gareth stepped forward, calling out to Elisa.

Elisa did not turn around, her expression growing even colder. "This place is too noisy. I'm heading out for some

fresh air and to clear my mind. Besides, I'm under no obligation to report everything to you, am I?"

Little did she anticipate that Gareth had deliberately poisoned himself, intentionally provoking Mr. Carrerra's desire

to win.

Little did Elisa suspect that Gareth had intentionally poisoned himself, cleverly provoking Mr. Carrerra's desire to

triumph. In hindsight, she couldn't help but feel foolish for hastily rushing to his aid, considering compromises and

deals to secure the antidote at the first opportunity.

"I understand that you're angry with me, but I'm capable of handling these matters as a man," Gareth expressed,

sensing Elisa's indifference and the flicker of anger in her eyes. He hurried to catch up with her, and together, they

walked out of the private room while he explained himself aloud.

Regret washed over Gareth as he realized his words only fueled Elisa's fury. She shot him a piercing glare and fired

back, "So, are you implying that I'm being delusional and nosy?"

Elisa realized that she shouldn't have intervened in the first place. Letting him suffer from the poison would be

better, allowing him to take the risk and see if Mr. Carrerra would truly fulfill his dark desire.

Standing before Elisa, Gareth explained, "I never meant it that way, Elisa. We're in this together now."

Despite his weakened and pallid appearance, Gareth's current condition and resilience were commendable.

Notably, he had recovered better than others who had been poisoned and cured.

"I should have had Thomas record your state when you were poisoned!" Elisa snapped at Gareth, her anger

evident.

The tension between them was palpable, and Elisa regretted involving herself with Gareth. She realized that

continuing with him would only bring more complications and pain.

"Elisa, let's take a moment to calm down, and we can discuss this later," Gareth urged, trying to defuse the tension

between them.

"Our collaboration has been going well. Once we return, I can have Thomas thoroughly investigate those lingering

issues..."

Elisa's interruption was swift and cold, cutting off Gareth before he could complete his sentence. "No need."

Her expression remained distant, and her indifference was palpable. Despite understanding Gareth's intentions, she

firmly and decisively rejected him without a moment's hesitation.