The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1231

Rebecca watched the flicker of embarrassment in his eyes, and the smile on her lips turned colder. She was curious to see what this man, who so casually called her a “casual friend,” really wanted by visiting her in the middle of the night.

Sammie looked at Rebecca, who stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, and a storm of complex emotions churned within him. “This place isn't for you,” he said, his voice low. “You should leave as soon as possible.” Rebecca’s expression hardened. She lifted her chin slightly, her tone sharp and distant. “What I’m doing here doesn’t seem to have anything to do with you.” She paused. “Besides, we’re not even the ‘casual friends’ you mentioned.”

Sammie took a deep breath, a tight, aching pressure building in his chest. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists without him realizing it. “You’re right, Miss Rebecca,” he said, his voice growing husky. That title, “Miss Rebecca,” was like a key, instantly unlocking a flood of memories. He used to follow her around, always addressing her with that same mix of respect and indulgence. But hearing it now, it only underscored the immense gulf between them.

“I’m not worthy of being your friend,” Sammie continued. “But for your own safety, you really should get out of here immediately.” “I didn’t come here for you,” Rebecca shot back, her gaze unwavering as she stared him down. “I’m looking for my friends, Alexander and Danielle. Their lives are on the line, and I have no intention of abandoning them.”

Sammie’s face turned grim, and the atmosphere around him grew heavy and cold. He took a step forward. “You’re in over your head. You can’t handle this.” “Don’t let a moment of impulse drag you, or even your whole family, into this mess.” Harold’s methods were vicious, and the network of power behind him was far too complex for the your family to challenge. He didn’t want Rebecca getting caught in this life-or-death game; he couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her.

“If I were the type to run from trouble, I wouldn’t be standing here tonight,” Rebecca scoffed. “And another thing, don’t call me ‘Miss Rebecca’ anymore.” She met his eyes. “Our employment contract was terminated long ago. Right now, there is nothing between us. If you don’t have anything else to say, please leave.” With that, she started to shut the door.

Sammie’s hand shot out, pressing firmly against the wood. Just as he was about to speak, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a new message from Rebecca’s father. [Protect Rebecca at all costs. Remember this.] Sammie’s brow furrowed. He took a deep breath and held the screen out for Rebecca to see. “Your father wants me to protect you while you’re here.”

Rebecca glanced at the screen, a derisive smirk playing on her lips. “You could have just said no,” she said dismissively. “I won’t refuse.” He gestured down the hallway. A man in a black suit quickly approached and bowed respectfully. “Mr. Sammie.” Sammie pointed to the man beside him. “This is Lamont,” he told Rebecca. “He’s my most trusted man here. From now on, he’ll be in charge of your safety.”

Rebecca’s face instantly darkened. She glared at Sammie, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What is this supposed to mean? My father asks you to protect me, and you just hand me off to some random guy?” “Lamont knows the terrain and the people here better than I do. He’s the safest person to protect you,” Sammie said calmly. “Besides, you don’t look like you want to see me anyway.”