Chapter 114 You’ll Come Begging Me
- Squeezing in from the edge of the crowd, Pierre Cook spotted the middle‑aged man lying beside the totaled Audi. The injuries were brutal—life fading fast, like a dying flame.
- The female doctor was at a loss. She was on the phone, cursing out the dispatcher, yelling for the ambulance to hurry.
- Pierre crouched and took the man’s wrist, checking his pulse.