Chapter 212: Chapter 212

"Who are you exactly?" Flor asked in a stern tone once again, half of her body forced to lie on his legs, no longer struggling or resisting, because she knew it would be futile. Deep down, she was reluctant to let go of his body!

"I am your lover, your husband," Maxwell whispered in her ear, holding her body close again and assessing her rapidly changing expression. There was excitement in his heart as he said those words, and he reached out to tidy her clothes.

"It's not possible..." Flora shook her head in horror and said, "My husband is Henry!"

Maxwell glared at her angrily and asked, "I was just about to ask you, how did you become Henry's wife?" The hand that was once caressing her tightened its grip, causing Flora to wince in pain. She furrowed her brows tightly, enduring the pain he inflicted on her.

"I..." Flora tried to speak, but Maxwell interrupted her, his voice icy as he said, "What has Henry done to you? Tell me!"

Flora stared at him, anxious and bewildered, shaking her head. "Henry didn't do anything to me... you... let go!" He was not her husband! She didn't want a violent man like him.

"After spending all these evenings and nights together, he did nothing? I don't believe it!" Maxwell sneered, originally planning to punish her properly, but thinking that he would do it after they escaped from here. Softening his voice, he said, "Quickly, come with me and leave this place." With that, he lifted her off the bed and led her quickly towards the window.

"I don't want to! Henry is still inside, I can't leave him behind." Flora muttered under her breath, hitting his hand with hers, which he held tightly like a steel band.

"Is he the only one in your heart?" Maxwell sneered, under his cold exterior lay hidden endless sadness. Had she not only forgotten about him, but also fallen in love with another man?

Regardless of whether she had fallen for another man, he wouldn't easily give her up because she was his wife! The only woman he had truly loved in his lifetime!

"Flora, let's go quickly. Do you want to die here? Even if you no longer want to live, I want you to live. I finally found you after so much effort." Maxwell lightly kissed her forehead and spoke gently.

Flora stared at him in a daze. Was he really her husband? Who was the real one between him and Henry?

As the two of them were entangled in confusion, the bedroom door suddenly slammed open. Several men in black poured in like a tide.

Philip, the leader, laughed heartily as he looked at the panicked expressions of the two. Then his gaze fell on Maxwell. With a mocking sneer, he said, "Mr. Maxwell, what a coincidence to meet here! Fate, isn't it?"

"Release my wife," Maxwell held Flora in his arms, glaring coldly at Philip. On the surface, he appeared calm, but deep down, panic was starting to set in. He knew very well the fate that awaited him if he fell into the hands of the Yota Gang. He also knew how ruthless these bastards could be!

"Why should I?" Philip raised an eyebrow at him, caressing the gold ring on his hand, and nonchalantly spat out those words.

"Because you owe me a debt, and it must be repaid!" Maxwell said calmly.

"I never repay my debts," Philip shrugged indifferently.

"Just as I expected, a little Japanese," Flora murmured under her breath.

Philip's English was not very good, but he understood Flora's words.

His face darkened, and he took a few steps forward, pointing the gun in his hand at Flora's forehead. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Apologize! Now! Immediately!"

Flora was startled by the sight of the dark barrel suddenly appearing in front of her, but after a day filled with constant shock, she quickly calmed down. She stubbornly turned her face to the side, ignoring him.

The dark barrel pressed against her forehead, and Philip didn't hold back his anger as it showed on his face. Maxwell coldly glanced at him and swiftly grabbed Philip's gun hand, with a loud snap, breaking his hand bone.

Philip's face of malice was instantly replaced by a look of pain as he groaned and rolled to the ground. He struggled to wave his hand behind him and said in Japanese, "Beat him to death with a whip."

Several henchmen quickly moved forward, pulling Flora e out of Maxwell's arms and pushing her aside. They surrounded Maxwell as a group, overwhelming him with their sheer numbers.

Maxwell resisted for a short while, but he was eventually subdued by their overwhelming force and the guns they wielded. The members of the Yota Gang pinned him down on the ground and, following Philip's command, ruthlessly whipped him. Each strike left merciless marks!

Flora was terrified, watching the whip landing on Maxwell's body. She turned to Philip and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Stop! I apologize, I apologize to you!"

Regardless of whether Maxwell was her husband or not, at the moment, it seemed that he had no ill intentions toward her, and she felt a strange sense of familiarity with him.

She believed that there must be an indelible connection between them. With just this thought, she couldn't stand idly by and watch the Japanese man beat him to death!

Philip was helped up from the ground by a few men, clutching his painfully throbbing arm as he sneered, "Apologize? Even if you kneel before me now, it's too late." His expression of cruelty on his face sent shivers down one's spine.

"No..." Flora looked at Maxwell, who was curled up in pain on the ground. Tears fell silently onto the floor as she shook her head, choking on her sobs.

She knew she would die just the same, but she couldn't bear to watch Maxwell die in front of her.

"Flora, don't plead with him." While no one was paying attention, Maxwell took the gun that had fallen from Philip on the ground, leaped up, and quickly aimed at the escaping Philip. He fired a shot, hitting him right in the forehead.

Philip's expression froze, and the crimson blood quickly flowed down his face. Then, his plump body collapsed to the floor with a loud thud.

No one expected Maxwell to suddenly act this way, with such precise marksmanship, hitting the target right between the eyebrows! In that stunned moment, a few unlucky men suffered the same fate as Philip, wailing as they fell to the ground.

"Quick, let's go!" Maxwell pulled Flora, who had already been terrified into paralysis, and fled towards the window.

However, as a weak woman, Flora unwittingly became a burden to him and was unable to jump off the balcony in time. After a gunshot, a sharp pain instantly shot through his back, causing his footsteps to stumble, no longer able to move forward.

Flora held his body as it slowly fell to the ground, anxiously shouting, "What happened to you? Did you get shot?"

"Flora, my name is Maxwell Smith." Maxwell moved his lips and struggled to utter these words. He desperately tried to stand up, wanting to escape with her from this place, but his body continued to uncontrollably fall to the ground.

It was only when his fresh blood stained the off-white carpet that Flora finally realized that he had indeed been shot! But what could she do?

A series of footsteps gradually approached from the garden, followed by the sound of gunshots. What was happening outside, she simply had no mind to worry about at this moment.

Staring at Maxwell, blood continuously flowing, she didn't know what to do. She had to stop the bleeding! Thinking this, she quickly flipped over Maxwell's body and forcefully tore off his black clothes.

Maxwell's muscular body was suddenly exposed in the air, and Flora was stunned as she stared at his back, which was halfway soaked in blood.

Her astonishment wasn't because of his fit physique or the horrifying wound. It was the dark blue dragon tattoo on his back, vividly coiled on his skin.

The dragon was partially obscured by the bright red blood, and Florafrantically used her sleeve to wipe away the blood, revealing the entire dragon before her eyes.

Those icy eyes, the bloodthirsty expression, it was exactly like the blue dragon that appeared in her dreams every time. Whenever she approached him in her dreams, the giant dragon would open its bloodied mouth, roaring towards her!

So it was... really him! The man who had appeared in her dreams for the past two years, it was this cold-hearted man lying before her?!

Flora tightly held her head as a piercing pain surged through her brain like a tidal wave, and her ears began to ring. This sudden cascade of intense reactions rendered her unable to stand up, as she weakly collapsed onto the ground.

Maxwell Smith! So he was the man she deeply loved.

But could he still get up? Flora cried in pain, tears falling drop by drop onto the dragon tattoo. She helplessly shook Maxwell's body, sobbing and calling out, "Maxwell... Get up! Get up and explain everything!"

A few men holding guns stood around Flora, their barrels aimed at the two in the middle. They anxiously looked around, alert for any signs of danger from the gunfire and chaotic footsteps outside. This unrest made them nervous to the point of considering escape. However, to avoid being instantly shot dead by the boss, they obediently stayed put.

Their anxiety was justified because in the next moment, almost simultaneously, three men collapsed to the ground. One of them even fell onto Maxwell's body.

Flora screamed in surprise at the man who fell beside her. She was truly going mad. Why did people keep dying in front of her without anyone being able to save her beloved man?

Darren stepped over one of the bodies and quickly pulled up Maxwell from the ground, supporting him with one hand while grabbing Flora with the other.

"Miss Flora, run!"

Itou Tokugawa and his men surrounded the three of them. Itou walked behind Maxwell and stared at the tattoo on his back for a long time. He was T, the invisible assassin who had been operating undercover in Japan and the United States for the past two years.

He was called invisible because whether he was in control of the underworld or business, he operated behind the scenes and never appeared in public. Only in recent years has he started to show himself more often.

Itou Tokugawa glanced around and walked up to them, saying to Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell, I can overlook the fact that you killed Chiyoko, and I can offer the antidote for Miss Flora's poisoning for free. But we need to renegotiate the agreement, not just on the surface but also involving our Yota Gang's share of the underworld business profits..."

For Itou Tokugawa, Chiyoko was nothing more than a pawn, a pawn used to bind Maxwell. He didn't care about Chiyoko's death at all. Now that he had discovered Maxwell's hidden identity, the Yota Gang could gain even greater advantages...

Maxwell slowly opened his eyes and replied softly, "Alright, as long as you're willing to hand over the antidote, we can renegotiate the agreement now..."

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Three months later...

At the seaside Smith family villa, balloons and petals decorated the surroundings.

Maxwell and Flora stood among the petals, their wedding attire swaying in the breeze.

A pair of adorable twins, holding flower baskets, walked towards them. The two children had smiles on their faces as they exclaimed, "Daddy, Mommy, happy wedding!"

Under the blue sky and white clouds, this moment was captured to be eternal.

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