Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 81: He Flees, She Pursues! He Can’t Escape Even with Wings!
"Vroom vroom vroom..."
Julian Grant was speeding down the street in a Mercedes S600.
"Trying to run? It’s not that easy! Let’s see if your Mercedes is faster, or my Ferrari!"
Evelyn Thorne floored the accelerator, roaring off to chase after Julian Grant.
"Vroom--"
The roar of the Ferrari echoed through the streets.
He fled, she chased! He had nowhere to escape!
She was closing in.
Julian Grant suddenly stomped on the brakes, pulled the handbrake, and turned the steering wheel.
"Screech--"
The car drifted, like a dragon’s tail, and turned around.
Then, he floored the accelerator again, speeding off in the opposite direction.
"Bye-bye, cu."
Evelyn Thorne saw this and was furious enough to bite someone, "Julian Grant, you dog! Trying to shake me off is not that easy!"
She immediately tried to turn the car around!
But she had already crossed the street’s zebra crossing, couldn’t turn around, and could only drive to the next intersection.
...
Restaurant entrance.
Josephine Thompson, helpless, had to go to the roadside to catch a taxi.
She had just reached the roadside and was about to flag down a cab.
Suddenly.
A worn-out van slowly approached her side.
A chill ran through Josephine Thompson’s heart, and she became instantly alert.
"Forget it, go back to the restaurant first and have Ruby pick me up..."
She had just turned around.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the van’s window roll down.
A tubular object extended out.
"Ah--"
She thought it was a gun and instinctively dodged.
"Whoosh--" sound.
A white blur shot towards her.
Josephine Thompson, already on alert, immediately used her bag to block it.
"Bang!"
The white blur hit her Hermes Birkin bag.
The impact was so strong that even the leather bag was jabbed through.
Josephine Thompson looked down and found it was a syringe.
"Whoosh--" another sound.
The person in the van, seeing they missed, fired another shot.
"Ah, someone help!" Josephine Thompson screamed and immediately ran towards the restaurant.
After missing twice.
The van dared not delay and sped off immediately.
The restaurant’s security, hearing the call for help, rushed forward to check, "Ma’am, what’s wrong?"
Josephine Thompson, panicking, said, "Someone just shot an unknown object at me."
"What is this?"
"Don’t touch it, please help me call the police."
"Alright, please come inside with me first."
Josephine Thompson, alert, looked around and quickly followed the security into the restaurant.
"I’ll call the police for you right now."
"Okay, thank you,"
...
Soon.
The police received the call and immediately came to investigate.
"What happened? Who called the police?"
"It’s me, this lady was just attacked by a suspect shooting an unknown object."
The police listened, their faces serious, and came forward to check.
Josephine Thompson’s bag had a syringe stuck in it, and another lay on the ground.
Inside the syringe, there was a small amount of unknown substance.
"What’s this?"
"We need to have it tested immediately, once the results are out, we’ll notify you at once."
"Okay."
"Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Josephine Thompson shook her head, "No, I’m not hurt."
"Alright, please give a statement then."
The police took this matter very seriously.
They took Josephine Thompson’s statement and also immediately retrieved nearby surveillance footage, deployed police to pursue the suspect.
Unfortunately.
The van had fake license plates.
After tracking for several intersections, the suspect had abandoned the vehicle and fled.
An hour later.
After making her statement, police personally drove Josephine Thompson home.
...
Back home.
Josephine Thompson was still feeling shaky and was very frightened.
The unknown substance in that tube could very well be a virus.
If it was an HIV virus injected into her body, the consequences were unthinkable.
"This wasn’t a coincidence; someone is definitely targeting me."
"Who could be doing this?"
She frequently traveled to Northwood for business in the past.
Always low-key and humble in her travels, she never had conflicts with others and certainly had no enemies in Northwood.
If it were ordinary criminals, it might be for money, kidnapping, or robbery.
But under today’s circumstances.
Such a sinister act was surely someone who hated her to the bone, deliberately seeking revenge.
"Who would use such a despicable way to retaliate against me?"
Josephine Thompson ran through all possible people in her mind.
But she really couldn’t think of anyone she had such deep grudges or hatred with.
"...Could it be Nathaniel Gallagher?"
But thinking it over, it shouldn’t be him.
Although they were divorced, she felt he still had some feelings for her, more or less.
"It’s not him, but surely someone connected to him did it."
"Could it be... Eleanor Churchill?"
When she thought of Eleanor Churchill.
A chill ran down Josephine Thompson’s spine.
Her back broke out in a cold sweat.
She had only seen Eleanor Churchill twice.
But every time there’s a creepy feeling.
Eleanor Churchill’s gaze really carries a murderous and intimidating aura.
One look at her, and you know she’s not someone you want to mess with.
"Yes, it must be her. She hates that I was with Nathaniel Gallagher. She’s jealous, so she wants to get rid of me."
"I didn’t expect that even after hiding in Northwood, I still can’t escape!"
"And maybe last time’s car accident was also her doing."
Before, she was very sure it was Nathaniel Gallagher.
But during the divorce, he gave her so much alimony and compensation. Clearly, he doesn’t care about money.
Moreover, killing her would bring him a lot of trouble.
He doesn’t need to do that.
The only one left is Eleanor Churchill.
"Since you all want me dead, I absolutely can’t endure anymore."
"I must get to the bottom of this..."
...
The next day.
Josephine Thompson got up early and called to inquire about the test results.
Just as expected.
The unknown substance in the syringe was the HIV virus.
Hearing this result.
Josephine Thompson felt a wave of fear in her heart.
She really couldn’t imagine, if she were infected with AIDS, how desperate and miserable the rest of her life would be.
"What a vicious mind!"
"She and Nathaniel Gallagher are a perfect match, equally venomous and ruthless."
Just as she was lost in thought.
"Beep beep beep..."
Manager Linton called.
"Hello."
As soon as the call connected, Manager Linton’s obsequious voice came through, "President Thompson, when are you coming over to The Antiquarian Market?"
Josephine Thompson felt a pang in her heart, "I’m not going to The Antiquarian Market today."
"Huh? But there are a few boxes of parcels that require your personal signature."
Josephine Thompson listened, irritably running her fingers through her hair, "Fine, I know."
"Alright then, please come to the office as soon as possible."
"Okay."
She hung up the phone.
Josephine Thompson felt a wave of frustration and confusion. She didn’t want to go anywhere today, just wanted to stay at home.
But there was no choice.
The few boxes of artifacts sent from Audenburg, she had to sign for in person.
And Professor Warren had already been pushing for progress a few days ago.
After a while.
Josephine Thompson got up to wash, changed her clothes, and prepared to go to The Antiquarian Market.
In the car.
Josephine Thompson asked casually, "Ruby, how’s the result of the bodyguard recruitment going?"
"Hmm~, we’ve already interviewed a batch of people. We also asked a professional security team for recommendations, and now thirty candidates have entered the final interview assessment."
"Good, once they’re through the interview, arrange for them to start work as soon as possible."
"Got it, President Thompson."
Previously, she didn’t like to take bodyguards with her, at most bringing two assistants and a secretary.
But now that her life is at risk, she can’t be careless anymore.
...
Half an hour later.
Josephine Thompson arrived at the office.
The courier had already delivered the large boxes of parcels securely.
Josephine Thompson signed for them and personally moved the parcels to the workbench.
Then, she carefully unpacked the express delivery.
Just as she finished unpacking the last one.
"Bang bang bang!" There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Click!" The office door was pushed open.
Julian Grant sneaked in furtively, then left to close the door behind him.
"Phew~, damn it, I was chased all night, but finally managed to shake that pest off."
Josephine Thompson was taken aback, "Julian Grant, why are you here again?"
Julian Grant listened, his face turned black, "I came to return the car, and also to continue selecting Buddha statues."
Josephine Thompson’s heart skipped a beat, curiously asked, "Where’s Miss Thornton?"
The mere mention of her name made Julian Grant’s head ache, he said irritably and helplessly, "Don’t mention her, I’m allergic to her name."
Josephine Thompson didn’t understand, sincerely praised, "Miss Thornton seems quite cute! You two make a lovely pair!"
She really thought Evelyn Thorne was quite cute and straightforward.
Although she looked a bit like an airhead, these kinds of people generally didn’t have bad intentions. Their emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—were clear on their faces, with no pretense.
In contrast, she disliked people like Vivian Shaw.
They seemed harmless and weak, but in reality, loved scheming, and would backstab when you least expect it.
Julian Grant almost laughed, "Come on, she’s a lunatic, don’t mess with her."
"Why?"
"You’ll know in the future. Anyway, don’t mention her in front of me."
"...Alright!" Josephine Thompson responded faintly, her expression a bit gloomy.
Seeing her mood was off.
Julian Grant’s heart tightened, "Josephine, what’s wrong? Are you jealous? I can assure you 100% that there’s no possibility with her and me. I’m currently very much single, with absolutely no ambiguous relationships."
Josephine Thompson was silent for a few seconds, absent-mindedly said, "Julian Grant, you don’t need to tell me this!"
"I’m just worried you might overthink."
"Not at all."
"What’s the matter? You seem unhappy."
"..." Josephine Thompson wore a serious expression, somewhat dazed.
Seeing this, Julian Grant was even more worried, "What exactly happened? Is it your bastard ex-husband bothering you again?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
Josephine Thompson thought for a moment.
She decided to tell him about yesterday’s incident.
"After you left yesterday, a van followed me and fired an unknown substance at me."
"Today’s test results show that it was the HIV virus."
Boom!
Upon hearing this, Julian Grant’s scalp instantly tingled.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up right now!"
"I’m fine, fortunately, the syringe didn’t hit me."
Julian Grant took a deep breath, cursed angrily, "Damn it, someone dares to do this kind of thing in Northwood."
"Josephine, don’t worry. No matter who did it, I’ll dig them out, no matter what."
