Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 594: Take her away immediately!

Ariel Morris’s panic and helplessness were written all over her face. Arlo Seys looked at her steadily for a moment, and then walked into the bedroom with heavy steps.

Ariel bit her lip and followed him, "Arlo ---- I’m sorry, I was being willful, I was presumptuous, I shouldn’t have hidden it from you ---- Arlo, let’s not break up, okay? I won’t accept the treatment anymore, I’ll live as long as the heavens allow me. I’ll make the most of the remaining time, and even if I die, I won’t be afraid. Arlo ----"

Ariel was so flustered that she spoke incoherently, choking back her words beside Arlo.

Arlo didn’t respond, not even a glance. His face was cool and indifferent as he opened the wardrobe and took out all of Ariel’s clothes.

His actions made Ariel’s body tremble violently. She looked at him in a panic and asked, "Arlo, what are you doing? Why are you taking out my clothes? Arlo!"

Ariel’s questions received not a single reply from Arlo. He turned and went to the safe, took out the ID card and passport Ariel had mortgaged to him months ago, and packed all of Ariel’s clothes into a suitcase, along with the passport and ID card.....

"Arlo! Talk to me! What do you want me to do?!" Ariel’s eyes were red as she looked at Arlo, who remained silent, and shouted.

Only after everything was arranged did Arlo look steadily at Ariel’s face. When he saw her clear and tear-streaked face, his heart ached as if it were being carved out. He approached her, reached out with his fair fingers, and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

Arlo’s movements were slow and gentle, his eyes deep, his gaze calm as he finally spoke: "Ariel Morris, go to Italy and accept the treatment."

"I won’t go!" Ariel abruptly stepped back two steps, shaking her head vigorously, "I won’t go, Arlo! I won’t go to Italy!"

"Ariel Morris, if you persist in being stubborn, let’s go to the civil affairs bureau!" Arlo’s expression was cold, and his words were heavy and hoarse.

Ariel’s gaze abruptly fell on Arlo’s face, her eyes filled with disbelief, "You ---- what did you say? You want to go to the civil affairs bureau with me? ---- You want to divorce me?"

Arlo didn’t respond to Ariel’s words. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed Jorge Saxton’s number. Once the call connected, Arlo coldly said to the person on the other end: "Jorge Saxton, take her away immediately, take her to Italy!"

A simple and cold statement, with no further words.

Arlo hung up the phone, took the suitcase, and grabbed Ariel’s wrist, leading her downstairs.

"Let go! Arlo! I’m not going to Italy! I’m not going!" Ariel struggled forcefully to break free from Arlo’s hand.

Arlo tightly held onto Ariel’s hand, dragging the suitcase, leading her downstairs.

In the face of overwhelming strength, Ariel couldn’t break free from Arlo’s grip, her eyes red as she looked at the indifferent Arlo, her face turning pale, "Arlo Seys, do you know what the surgery success rate is? Arlo ---- if I go to Italy, if I die on the operating table, we’ll never see each other again in this lifetime!"

Why didn’t she dare to have the surgery? Because she feared something would go wrong on the operating table! She wasn’t married yet, she hadn’t seen enough of Arlo, and she didn’t want to die! If she didn’t have the surgery, she could live a little longer and stay with Arlo for a while!

If something went wrong with the surgery, she wouldn’t get to see Arlo for the rest of her life, so she was scared!

Arlo looked at Ariel’s pale face and trembling lips, his hands clenching tightly as he maintained his outward indifference.