Lily Garcia’s hair danced in the wind, covering her face, but upon hearing these words, she instantly smiled happily, "Christopher is here? I knew it. He wouldn’t ignore , he loves ..."
During the conversation, the rescue crowd began to stir.
Everyone turned back and saw a tall man with a stern face striding forward, his imposing aura invisibly spreading out.
Everyone imdiately made way for him.
Christopher Hart walked to the forefront, looking at Lily Garcia swaying perilously in the air, his brows knitted with barely concealed irritation.
"Christopher... you’re here... I knew it, you couldn’t let go... sob sob sob..."
She reached out to Christopher Hart with a lovesick, tender expression on her face.
However, Christopher Hart stopped a few steps away from her.
"Christopher..." she called out softly and plaintively like an abandoned kitten, "co quickly... I’m so scared, it’s so high up here, and so terrifying—"
"I’m here, co down," Christopher Hart finally spoke, his tone so even it lacked any fluctuation.
"Christopher, I... my legs are weak, co and hold ..."
It was unclear whether Lily Garcia was truly scared or pretending, but her shivering appearance looked even more pitiful, almost as if she were wagging her tail begging for rcy.
Yet, Christopher Hart did not move.
His re presence here was unprecedented.
He goes up to hold her?
Recalling the sensation of carrying that woman horizontally earlier, a strange itch ran through his heart, accompanied by a sense of nostalgia.
"Christopher, go quickly... she won’t listen to anyone else, only you can coax her. Get her to co down first, safety is the priority..."
Fiona Marshall stepped forward, grabbing Christopher Hart’s arm and pleading desperately.
At this mont, she could no longer harbor any hatred towards Christopher Hart; she only thought about coaxing her daughter back first.
The police officer also stepped forward to communicate with Christopher Hart.
Regrettably, he had to oblige, otherwise, it would be indefensible both emotionally and logically.
Walking a few more steps forward, he coldly stretched out his hand with an expressionless face.
"Co down."
"Christopher..."
Lily Garcia whined tearfully, tentatively shifting her feet towards him.
But she couldn’t reach his hand.
She made another move...
From below, the onlooking crowd, seeing her start moving back, felt extrely disappointed and imdiately shouted, "Jump! After all this drama you’re not jumping, are you playing us?"
"Yeah! Hurry up and jump! If you jump, he’ll rember you for a lifeti!"
Despite being separated by over ten floors, those words still clearly reached up.
Lily Garcia glanced down inadvertently and was imdiately so scared that she felt dizzy.
Her body shook, and just as her hand was about to touch Christopher Hart’s fingertips, suddenly her feet gave way, and her whole body slanted and fell!
"Ah—"
Everyone was terrified, their hearts stopping instinctively as they surged forward.
Christopher Hart’s eyes hardened, and he too dashed forward at maximum speed to grasp her wrist.
The imnse inertia slamd him harshly against the wall, and his entire arm felt as though it was being torn apart.
Terrified out of her wits, Lily Garcia thought she was going to fall, but then she was pulled back.
The cheering from below grew even louder.
She looked down, imdiately felt a shiver all over her body, and frantically pressed her feet against the wall, looking up at the man.
"Christopher... save ... sob sob sob, I don’t want to die, save —"
Christopher’s face flushed red, his forehead veins bulging as he used all his strength to grip her wrist tightly.
Firefighters had been ready, imdiately tying the rescue rope and reaching out to grab Lily Garcia’s other shoulder.
Everyone worked together, pulling and tugging until—Lily Garcia was finally hoisted up.
Downstairs, Alia Garcia stood among the crowd, witnessing this extrely perilous mont, and also clenched her fists in tension.
Although she hated Lily Garcia, she didn’t wish her dead.
She believed that after this drama, Lily must have been scared enough to never think about jumping off a building again.
Fuller, standing beside her, urged softly, "Miss Norton, she’s been rescued, let’s head back to the car. If President Hart finds out I let you out of the car, he will definitely scold ."
Alia Garcia turned to leave, "I have nothing to do with your President Hart, let’s all go ho."
"Miss Norton!" Fuller was extrely troubled, quickly catching up, "We agreed, just co to have a look. If you suddenly leave, President Hart will definitely flay alive."
"Hey? This woman looks so familiar!"
"Isn’t she that designer who was exposed online? The mistress!"
"Yes! It’s her!"
Suddenly, soone in the crowd noticed Alia Garcia and imdiately started pointing.
"It’s her! Everyone, look! The mistress is here! She’s the one who broke up the marriage!"
"She even ca to watch the wife attempt suicide!"
"Quick! Down with the mistress!"
Who knows who led the yelling, but suddenly people surged towards her like vampires, grabbing Alia Garcia, cursing and hitting her.
The situation escalated so suddenly, completely catching her off guard, and Alia Garcia was overwheld by the crowd without a chance to defend herself.
Fortunately, Fuller was by her side.
"Stop! It’s illegal to hit people!"
"Stop!"
Fuller tried his best to protect Alia Garcia, but was outnumbered; despite several attempts to break through, he was pushed back by the crowd.
Upstairs, Christopher Hart stood by, his face demonic, his right arm hanging motionless.
Lily Garcia’s face was ashen, trembling like a leaf, sobbing while supported by Fiona Marshall.
"Christopher... Christopher... I love you so much, please don’t leave ..."
She walked up to Christopher step by step, grabbed his hand, and pleaded humbly.
Christopher wanted to shake her off, but his arm was searing with pain and he couldn’t exert any strength.
Thinking he had softened, Lily imdiately grabbed his hand, her eyes brimming with tears, "We had agreed, once Hope has her surgery, we’d get married..."
"Don’t you rember? We were even discussing wedding jewelry, everything was so beautiful..."
"Christopher, as long as you don’t leave , I can agree to any terms. I know it’s because of Hope you like that woman..."
"I want Hope to be happy too. If that woman agrees, she can co visit Hope at ho often, I really don’t mind..."
"Christopher..."
The surrounding crowd watched this scene, each one angry and upset!
Has the world run out of n? Why dean yourself to such an extent!
She really deserves to be despised by n!
Christopher looked at her, his expression cold and ruthless, his words piercing her heart, "Do you have to play the victim in such a situation and continue to tarnish my reputation?"
Lily Garcia was taken aback, appearing even more innocent, "Christopher... I, I don’t understand what you an."
"Don’t understand?"
With his arm immobile, Christopher had no choice but to step back, avoiding her touch.
"You bribed the maid in my villa to deliberately take those misleading photos. Then you bought off people to post them online, using public opinion and exposure to pressure , thinking I didn’t know?"
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