Save Myself From Desperation novel Chapter 371

Andrew stepped into Skylight Church, and the sound of the choir kept coming from the distance.

There was an old, towering tree not far away, with a pew underneath it, bustling with people.

It was a beautiful day, with bright sunshine flooding the land.

Andrew's eyes grew distant as he looked at the tree, remembering the first time he met Ashley.

It was also a beautiful day...

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"Andrew, I'm your elder!"

In a lavishly decorated, dimly lit room in a foreign country, Wison Halt, a middle-aged man, was pointed at his head by countless guns, looking angrily and fearfully at Andrew on the sofa, who was giving the orders.

Andrew smiled and looked at him condescendingly, "Oh, elder... Wison, do you need a reminder from me, a junior, about what you did ten days ago?"

Wison's expression instantly became terrified and horrified at the mention of ten days ago.

Ten days ago, he leaked information about Andrew.

He thought, 'How could Andrew know when I did it so stealthily?!'

"Wison, you should know that I hate betrayers the most." Andrew stood up from the sofa, his charming eyes containing a meaningful smile in the darkness. "I remember today is your fiftieth birthday. Of course I, the junior, should send a gift."

After saying that, Andrew waved his hand towards one of his men.

Colby immediately brought up the gift.

Wison looked over to see that it was a silver dagger and a glass of wine next to it.

He thought, 'What does this mean?'

Before Wison could react, Andrew grabbed the dagger and came to him. In a flash, Wison's cries in pain resounded throughout the room.

His ear was cut off!

Wison was convulsing in pain, bleeding. The next moment, however, he saw that the ear he had been cut off had been dropped into the wine glass!

Bright red blood spread through the golden liquor.

Andrew smiled sinisterly, "I'll toast your fiftieth birthday with this drink."

Wison widened his eyes in horror and looked at Andrew in front of him in trembling. His eyes were so wide that they seemed to crack open as if he were looking at a demon in hell.

The glass of wine that soaked his ear...

Wison, shivering with fear and weak in the hands and feet, got up and tried to run.

However, the henchmen on the side had already pressed him down, picking up the glass and pouring it into his mouth...

"I'll send Wison off on his last ride with this drink, too."

Andrew's calm tone was like a pronouncement. When he finished, he turned and walked to the window, the smell of blood and screams ringing out in the room behind him.

The sun was shining outside the window, and it was bloody dark inside.

Andrew had long been used to this and stood at the window in boredom. He saw a young lady in a white dress being pestered by a group of bums on the street.

From a short distance, he could see the girl had an excessively pretty face. In the bright sunlight, her skin was so delicate that it glowed, so wonderful that it didn't fit in with this exotic street.

Being surrounded by five dirty, smelly bums was her unfortunate calamity.

It didn't arouse Andrew's sympathy. He stood in the shadow of the second-floor window, watching the scene with equanimity.

However, the next moment, things developed beyond his expectations.

The seemingly pretty and tender girl easily knocked down those bums.

Seemingly noticing Andrew's gaze, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked his way.

The sun was shining brightly, and the wind blew through the treetops, blowing the hem of her white skirt.

The girl stood in the sunshine and looked towards him in the shadow.

Andrew was slightly stunned. There were the bloody screams of darkness behind him, and in front of him was the girl in the sunlight, wonderful and pure...

The group of bums that had been fought off gathered a group of accomplices and surrounded the girl once again.