Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1008: Hand Her Over (10)

Anthony led him running to the other end of the corridor. The two of them, panting heavily, rushed into the elevator.

"Who are they?" Zhuang Haoran asked, still bewildered in the elevator.

Anthony frantically pressed the elevator buttons.

Zhuang Haoran had to stabilize his small body and whispered, "Don’t panic, tell me, what exactly is happening?"

"Uncle, don’t you know? He’s always wanted to kill you, always wanted to kill you, my stepfather!"

Anthony was the stepson of his elder brother, Zhuang Haoxiong, and the words he confessed to Gu Nuan at the time were indeed partly true.

Zhuang Haoxiong married a woman, and the child she gave birth to was Anthony, but he was not Zhuang Haoxiong’s biological son.

The only difference was that this child was later raised in the castle by the Duchess. At that time, even Zhuang Haoran didn’t quite understand what drove the Duchess to make the decision to bring a child not of her bloodline into the castle.

Anthony clenched his little fists and said, "I am very grateful that the Duchess later adopted me. Because if it weren’t for the Duchess adopting me, I wouldn’t have received a better education, so I understand the Duchess’s intentions. The people in this castle have already turned against you, Uncle. But the Duchess intends for you to inherit this castle. That is also why the Duchess insisted on letting Miss Gu go last time, for you."

"You—" Zhuang Haoran frowned, "Are you saying the Duchess has been helping me protect Miss Gu?"

"Yes, I know where Miss Gu is. And that person, my stepfather, will definitely harm her because you like her. He knows it’s something that will upset you, break your heart, and he’d definitely do it. Because that’s the kind of person he is! The first day I saw his eyes, I knew he was a jealous man. He wouldn’t even spare me, a child, what do you think?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? He married your mother, and then you were born—"

"No, he simply wants to take revenge on my mom. He adopted me to torture me. You don’t know, that before the Duchess adopted me back to the castle, the people I was with, who were said to be my grandparents, are actually not! They continuously humiliated me in various ways, and it was all his plan!"

Zhuang Haoran looked as if he were stunned.

Anthony pushed his body and said, "Uncle, you’re not unaware, you’re pretending not to know! He deliberately made you dislike the Duchess, dislike everyone in this castle, and from a young age, he meticulously planned to make you suffer!"

Seeing Zhuang Haoran still motionless, Anthony gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle, if you don’t leave now, he should be heading to Miss Gu by now."

Zhuang Haoran’s eyes flickered: "Did you say he wants to kill her?"

"Yes, last time when the Duchess let Miss Gu go, he didn’t say it directly, but he opposed it, and he purposely brought Miss Gu back to the castle, intending to use a proxy to commit murder, but he was seen through by the Duchess."

Anthony’s determined little eyes looked at Zhuang Haoran.

In the garage, Gu Nuan lay on the bed as if she were far from the crowd, lying there quietly.

The man who walked back from the motorcycle extended his hand, as if to touch her face, but it seemed there was an impenetrable wall, stopping mere inches away.

After hesitating for half the night, as he was about to withdraw his hand and turn around, her voice suddenly came through.

"Are you planning to never talk to me?"

He looked back and met her wide, bright eyes.

Her gaze was like a blade, simultaneously shining, yet like a gentle lake.

Almost involuntarily, he stepped back.

Gu Nuan stretched out her hand and touched the black mask on his face.

He frowned, and just as she was about to pull the mask off, he tightly gripped her wrist.

Gu Nuan instantly felt the pain, but it was nothing compared to the pang in her heart.

Her delicate brows slightly furrowed: "Gu Sheng—"

Opposite, there was no sound.

She suddenly lifted her head, seeing his profile with thick, rugged brows, his eyes staring directly at the garage door as if there was some approaching sound.

Without delay, he lifted her from the bed.

Just as he was about to place her on his motorcycle, the garage door opened.

A man wearing a fox mask, holding an iron bar as if swinging a gentleman’s cane, scanned them with the icy blue eyes beneath the mask and said, "Hand her over to me."