The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 532 - 511: Hmmm, Dad will definitely come to save us!

Chapter 532: Chapter 511: Hmmm, Dad will definitely come to save us!

Oliver Thompson stared intently at Julie Harrison, his eyes dark as ink, exuding a calmness that seemed to have come from his mother’s womb. As he spoke, it was as if he was stating a fact, making it sound as if Oliver would indeed come to save them.

"Yes, Daddy will definitely come to save us!"

Julie seemed to be infected by Oliver Thompson’s overly persistent voice, her hand unconsciously brushing his cheeks, caressing them gently. She nodded deeply at him, her mind flashing back to Oliver’s handsome and brooding face embedded in her memory.

For some inexplicable reason, her subconscious seemed to feel that he would indeed come.

"Your dad will come to save you?"

There was laughter again, like hearing a huge joke, "I forgot to tell you, two days ago, Oliver’s heart was hit by my gun. Whether he’s dead or alive is still unknown. Do you really think he can save you? Your wishful thinking is a bit too much."

Shot by him?

Julie had so far survived on her belief to save the two children. Her entire body was tense, and this statement was like a heavy blow to her back. The pain made her bend over, finding it difficult even to stand straight!

She didn’t even have the courage to ask for confirmation. As if suddenly understanding something, she looked deeply at the man’s bandaged chest, which was also clearly wounded!

Her already desperate heart died right away as she stared at Harvey Dunn’s wound!

There was no doubt that the wound was left from their fight. So, that’s why he said he only arrived in the country today. It turns out, this was what happened during Oliver’s disappearance...

"No, my dad won’t die. My dad won’t die. You’re lying, you’re lying to me, you big liar!"

After hearing this sentence, Roy Thompson’s restrained calmness and indifference, which was inconsistent with his age, completely collapsed. He was just a child, after all. He believed there was a locator on his body that others couldn’t find. He had Bianca Aretha call Uncle Gordon, who had already come back. So, she thought his dad must also be back, but she didn’t expect this.

So, from the very beginning, he had forced himself to be calm, thinking of ways to delay time and wait for his father to rescue them.

But now he was told that his dad was dead!

How could he bear it?!

No, he couldn’t accept the reality that his dad was dead.

This time, Harvey Dunn didn’t waste any words, directly grabbing Roy Thompson and tossing him out, using more force than before.

"Roy, don’t be impulsive. Your dad must be alive. If he were dead, why would this man go through so much trouble to torture us?"

In the nick of time, Julie thought of this fact. If Oliver were really dead, Harvey Dunn could simply order someone to kill them, making it unnecessary for him to collaborate with Amanda Foster.

"Really, Roy, didn’t you hear him say he wanted to film a video of us being bullied and show it to Dad? If Dad were dead, who would he show it to? Dead people can’t come back to watch his video!"

Hearing this sentence, Roy Thompson stopped in his tracks, and his mind suddenly cleared. He carefully filtered all the words they had spoken and finally understood it was nothing more than an act to deceive them.

"One more word, and I’ll blow his brains out!"

This time, Harvey Dunn’s anger erupted without warning. The gun was already pressing against Roy Thompson’s forehead before anyone could see it clearly.

"I’ll count to three, first strip yourself, then strip mine. The way you serve Oliver, you serve me today. I’ll start counting now. At the count of three, I’ll shoot!"

"One!"

"Amanda, get the camera ready!"

"Two!"

"Three..."

"I’ll strip!"

Before the word "three" was even uttered, Julie’s trembling lips forced out her final two words. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the first button of her white shirt, struggling to unfasten it.

It took her a long moment to undo the shirt’s first button.

Julie had always liked wearing skirts, because Oliver once said that she looked like a princess walking out of a fairy tale when wearing one. Despite being a femme fatale, many men were still willing to fall for her.

Of course, when Oliver said this, he was drunk. At that time, she was very young, but she remembered the words deeply. She wondered if one day he would also fall for her if she continued wearing skirts!

So, from that day on, she developed the habit of wearing skirts.

But today, she needed to go out to handle important business. For convenience, she wore jeans and a casual white shirt. Now, though, the white shirt had become a mixture of red and dust-caked, a terrible sight. She even had a hard time finding the buttons.

However, she was still glad she wore the shirt today. At least she had a chance to think about her afterlife while unbuttoning it. If she died here today, did she owe Oliver an apology and an "I love you" from the bottom of her heart?

These three words, she had told him time and time again since childhood, but only when he didn’t want to hear them. Conversely, she had never uttered them when he wanted to hear, or perhaps even expected to hear them.

"Hurry up, does it take so long to take off your clothes? Is this how you usually undress?"

Seeing her undressing, Harvey Dunn put the gun away from Roy Thompson’s head and looked at her impatiently, "With your speed, a man would have gotten erect several times. Can Oliver bear it if you’re this slow at undressing?"

He knew she was deliberately wasting time, but Harvey Dunn still wanted to insult her that way. At least he could vent the anger he felt toward Oliver on her. Thinking of how that man made him so miserable now, he couldn’t help but torture his woman.

The more miserable, the better!

When hatred reaches a certain level, people become more and more twisted!

"Okay, I’ll hurry."

Julie was afraid that his anger would drive him to shoot Roy Thompson in the head. Harvey Dunn was getting more and more impatient, starting from threatening Bianca Aretha, to trying to strangle Roy Thompson, and finally to pressing the gun against his forehead.-