Resumo de Chapter 2327 – Uma virada em My Substitute CEO Bride de Internet
Chapter 2327 mergulha o leitor em uma jornada emocional dentro do universo de My Substitute CEO Bride, escrito por Internet. Com traços marcantes da literatura CEO, este capítulo oferece um equilíbrio entre sentimento, tensão e revelações. Ideal para quem busca profundidade narrativa e conexões humanas reais.
Just then, Marcus arrived to save the day, and the masked man woke up as well.
He fired three rounds of ammunition in quick succession and released a smoke screen. Working together with Marcus' cold energy, they successfully created a cover for everyone to escape.
When the smoke cleared, Barther and his men found themselves staring at an empty space.
Pine stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Barther, what do we do now?"
Barther waved his hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter. Francel is as good as dead. As for that little girl, she's also a participant. I'm sure I'll find her again."
...
The group made their way back to the Malrose residence, but Francel's condition was dire. Truthfully, there was just no hope of recovery.
Smiley wept beside him, blaming herself.
"It's all because of me. It's all my fault…"
Francel gently patted her head. He wanted to speak to Smiley one last time. Otherwise, he would die with regrets.
Marcus and the masked man understood Francel's signal. They knew he had already decided to let go, so they respected his choice and stepped outside. They gave the remaining time to the pair who were nominally father and daughter.
"Old man, don't die. I promise I won't cause any more trouble," Smiley pleaded.
Francel shook his head and smiled at her, saying, "Girl, don't cry. I'm fine."
Then, Francel's eyes closed for the last time, and the bracelet slipped from his hand onto the floor.
Smiley ignored it and clung to his hand, pleading desperately, but Francel would never respond to her again.
Outside the room, Marcus and the masked man heard Smiley's cries and felt their hearts break. They sighed deeply, their faces filled with sorrow.
Such was the cruel uncertainty of life. Even the smallest wish to survive could sometimes become an unattainable luxury.
...
Rain began to pour down, just like it had on that stormy night years ago.
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