I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 415 - 414: The Girl from Six Years Ago (18)

As everyone frantically scrambled to evacuate the scene, Kris Cooper, dressed in a white shirt, went against the current like a fish swimming upstream. In his chest, his heart pounded desperately, so urgently...

His Vera...

"Vera, Vera, Vera..."

His voice was already incredibly hoarse. His chest ached as though half his heart had been cruelly torn away.

He regretted it so much.

Kris Cooper, you bastard, why didn’t you get her a stand-in? So what if it meant delaying the movie for a few more days?

Kris Cooper, you bastard, why did you indulge her willfulness, letting her act in this damn movie?

Kris Cooper, why don’t you just drop dead!

"Vera!" His body hit the ground once more as he desperately shouted her name. "Answer me! Answer me!"

His eyes caught a glimpse of a fragment of white clothing. Kris Cooper’s eyes widened abruptly; he struggled to his feet and dashed towards it.

Through a cloud of dust, he saw a small figure lying on its side in a shallow pit.

Half of her skirt was stained with muddy water, her small face as pale as paper.

"Vera!" Rushing over, he carefully lifted her from the muddy water. Kris Cooper gazed at the girl in his arms, her eyes tightly shut. "Vera! Vera!"

There were no visible injuries on her; she merely swayed with his movements, utterly unresponsive.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, he held his breath, slowly raising his fingers to her neck.

Beneath his fingers, her skin was still delicate. At her neckline, faint hickeys were visible, but he was in no state of mind to care about that now.

He held his breath until he felt the faint throb of her pulse beneath his fingers. Only then did he release the breath he’d been holding, a slight sigh of relief escaping him. Picking her up, he turned and sprinted back, shouting hoarsely as he ran. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Tommy Taylor... bring the car... now!"

"Boss... okay..."

Hearing his voice, Tommy Taylor turned around immediately and ran towards the car.

At this point, the director and others also came over.

Tommy Taylor drove the car over. Someone immediately pulled the car doors open, and Kris Cooper, holding Vera Wave, scrambled inside. He started yelling before he was even properly seated.

"Drive!"

The car screamed away from the outdoor set, heading towards the nearest hospital.

The director immediately gave orders, "Jingtao, quickly follow them and see what’s happening! Everyone else, check on the medical staff and find a phone to call an ambulance!"

With such a major incident occurring, the director was also so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead.

Dishi had always maintained very strict safety protocols for its film crews. "Flame" was about to wrap up production, so one can only imagine his state of mind after such a sudden disaster.

"Irene!"

At this moment, Anabel Wilton also ran over. Spotting Irene Spencer in the crowd, covered in dust, Anabel immediately rushed to her and looked her up and down.

"Irene, are you injured?"

"I’m fine!"

Irene Spencer shook her head. Turning to look at Kris Cooper’s receding car, she immediately grabbed Anabel Wilton’s arm.

"Quick, get the driver over, let’s go to the hospital too!"

"Why should we care about her?" Anabel Wilton said dismissively.

Irene Spencer immediately snapped, "Stop wasting time with nonsense! Hurry up!"

"Okay!" Anabel Wilton patted herself down but couldn’t find her phone. Turning, she saw the driver heading their way and immediately waved him over. "Get the car, quick!"

The driver brought the nanny van over. Irene Spencer pulled Anabel Wilton into the car. "Quick, follow Kris Cooper’s car!"

Anabel Wilton held onto the car door. "I haven’t gotten my bag and phone yet!"