Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1345: Kill and set on fire, as long as you like.

"Beauty, she's not a bad drinker."

A man sat down next to her and sneered mischievously.

Earlene turned her head and gave him a hard look, "Get lost!".

The man's face darkened, but he quickly recovered and looked her up and down, not hiding the greed in his eyes. "I'll set you free, since you're not bad looking." Bang!

The glass landed hard on the bar and Earlene repeated coolly, "Get out!".

"Character, I like that." The man reached for her, but she grabbed his hand and twisted it.

"Ah!" The man cried out in pain.

"I told you to leave, didn't you hear me?" Earlene shoved him hard.

Enraged, the man cursed, "Bitch! I think you've had enough of living."

The man was about to strike her when a tall man stepped in front of Earlene and kicked her with a long leg.

With a cold stare at the man lying on the floor wailing, Winston turned his head to the bartender and said, "Tell security to throw that man out." "Yes, boss."

The bartender hurried to the intercom and contacted security.

Earlene frowned, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

Why did he always look familiar?

Noticing her gaze, Winston turned his head, exchanging his earlier coldness for a friendly smile, "Long time no see, Earlene."

"Do you know me ...?" Earlene was so drunk that her mind became a little slow to figure out who she really was.

"I'm Winston, have you forgotten?" Winston looked visibly a little lost.

"Winston ..." Earlene uttered the name, images suddenly flashed through her mind and she blurted out, "Are you the Winston who chased me then?" Winston's smile widened as she remembered him.

"When did you come back to the country, how come I didn't know?"

"I've been back for some time." Winston sat down next to her and motioned with his eyes for the waiter to pour the wine.

He took a sip of his drink and glanced sideways at Earlene, seeing her drunken eyes, her cheeks flushed and a flash of light running through them. Looking back at her, he asked, "What's with the drink, did something bad happen to you?".

Earlene, with half her body almost stretched out on the bar, let out a laugh, "Yeah, something happened to me, I was bullied."

"Bullied by who?" asked Winston again.

"A bitch."

At that point, Earlene raised her hand and made a wild gesture, "That's a total bitch! I hated to kill her."

Winston grabbed her waving hand and asked, "You want me to help you?"

"How are you going to help me?" Earlene looked at him, "Help me kill her?".

"If you want to, what's not to like." Winston looked deeply at her, not hiding the depth of feeling in his eyes. "I'll go to hell and back if it'll make you happy." Earlene looked at him for a moment and smiled happily, "Great, finally someone is willing to help me."

With that, she let herself fall forward and slumped over the bar.

The next day, Earlene woke up with a pounding headache, and when she opened her eyes, the sight of the unfamiliar furniture scared her too much to sit up with a headache. She was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

Winston opened the door and laughed at the scene, "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of anyone."

At the sound, Earlene looked up and a familiar face fell into her eyes and she exclaimed, "Winston? "Well, it's me."

Winston walked over and placed the sober coffee on the bedside table and said in a tone of helplessness, "I see you've forgotten all about last night."

As soon as she heard that, Earlene tried to remember what had happened last night and vaguely remembered that he had said he would help her. So, shyly, she asked, "Will you really help me?"

"Of course." Winston nodded.

"How can you help me?"

"By killing and burning, I have access to hire people to do that if you want."

The corner of Earlene's mouth curved slowly, "Then you'll do what you say."

"Don't worry, if I say I'll help you, I'll help you." Winston assured her.

"Well then, we'll go to France tomorrow."

Now that someone was willing to help her, she would have to hold on to this chance to get Mark back.

...

Edgar took it upon himself to cancel the union, which nearly caused Dulce to faint.

She scowled at Edgar for several days and ignored him.

Edgar had no choice but to admit his guilt, "Mom, it's my fault, I shouldn't have made the decision to cancel the marriage to the Boone family."

Dulce growled, "And you know it was your fault?"

"But I've said it a million times, I don't like Elva ..."

Before he could finish the sentence, he was interrupted by Dulce coldly, "Do you know what the marital union of our two families represents, and that it can be annulled just because you don't like it? Do you know how many people on the outside now look at our Khan family as a joke?"

"Is it that important what outsiders think?"

"Of course it matters. Why do people fight over a breath if it doesn't matter?" Dulce took a deep breath and stifled her anger. "If you really think you've made a mistake, apologize in person to the Boone family and announce to the public that you're marrying Elva."

Edgar looked at her incredulously, "Mom, are you crazy? I just announced that it was cancelled and you're asking me to announce that I'm marrying Elva?"

"I'm telling you, brat, you'll either have to get married or not, there's no choice."

It had come to this, why wouldn't they just give up?

Edgar felt incredibly upset, he had done so much and gotten Edwina to scold him for it, but in the end, he still couldn't change his parents' minds.

"Mom, then I'll tell you too, I'd rather be single in my life than marry Elva."

"You!" Dulce was suddenly too angry to speak.

"I don't need to rely on the Boone Family to get a foothold in the Khan Group, I'm going to rely on my own abilities or else those directors, Arlice and the rest will keep laughing at me later for relying on women."

"How dare they!" Dulce held her breath and patiently advised, "With the Boone Family, you'll have more confidence in what you do, won't you?"

At that, Edgar laughed, "Even without the Boone Family, I'd still have the courage to do things."

"Okay, okay, I know you've got the backbone, but you still have to marry Elva," Dulce said, getting back to the point.

"You guys are dead set, I'm not getting married."

As Dulce was about to open her mouth to scold herself, Edgar spoke before her, "If you still don't die, then I'm really going to be single for the rest of my life, and you're not going to be able to have your grandchildren for the rest of your life." This time, he poked Dulce's weak spot.

That made Dulce so angry that she pointed to her nose and cursed her lack of parentage.