What Separates Me and You

Chapter 275 Kill Him

The bodyguard was stunned upon hearing the order.

Quintin was the same, but he started howling with laughter soon enough, making him look like a

lunatic. “I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I? You must be humiliated and angry now, right? You deserve

that, Lewis Alvarez! Hahahahaha!”

All Lewis had to do was shoot a look at the bodyguard, resulting in him quickly covering Quintin’s

mouth.

Quintin continued to unleash a stream of curses at Lewis, refusing to back down. However, his words

devolved into unintelligible mumblings.

The bodyguard picked up the blood-stained dagger. Soon, he would cut off Quintin’s tongue.

Lewis had just turned around when he felt someone tugging at the corner of his shirt.

He turned back to see Josephine.

She clutched the corner of his shirt while staring up at him with tearful eyes. Unfamiliarity wasn’t the

only emotion swimming in her eyes right now; there was also a strong hint of fear.

Lewis gripped her wrist before pulling her into his arms. Then, he used his other hand to lift her chin

forcibly, murmuring, “Are you afraid of me?”

A small smile bloomed on Lewis’ face as he caressed Josephine’s chin with his thumb. His voice

sounded unbelievably flirtatious and ambiguous as he said, “It’s alright. You won’t remember any of this

tomorrow, anyway.”

Josephine’s eyes went wide once again as tears rolled down her cheeks. She responded by shaking

her head wildly.

Lewis ignored her silent pleas as he glanced at the bodyguard sideways, noting the latter’s dazed look.

He gave the next order in an airy tone. “Do it.”

Josephine gripped Lewis’ sleeve tightly with wide eyes, her knuckles already paling from the force,

while she sobbed quietly.

Upon realizing that the man would always be unmoved, she pushed him away before rushing to put

herself between Quintin and the bodyguard. Then, she gripped the bodyguard’s arm while looking at

him pleadingly.

The latter looked conflicted for a moment. He turned his head to look at his boss, seemingly waiting for

his next order.

By then, Lewis had already returned to the chair and sat back down. He kept staring at Josephine and

Quintin coldly the whole time.

Josephine stared at Lewis as well with watery eyes. She raised her hands to gesture, “Please let

him go. It’s all my fault. I was the one who wanted to marry him. I was also the one who suggested

leaving this city. This has nothing to do with him.”

Upon reading the gestures, Quintin roared with reddened eyes, “Don’t plead to him, Josephine! I’d

rather die than have him toy around with me!”

Josephine shot Quintin another anxious look, wishing she could shut him up. Then, she turned to look

at Lewis pleadingly once again in hopes that he would spare Quintin’s life.

She wasn’t close to Quintin, yet her actions had endangered his life. She was the one who had

dragged him into this mess.

The young woman shouldn’t have agreed to get married to Quintin from the start. He was a good man,

after all. She didn’t want him to die because of her.

Lewis’ smile grew colder at that moment. A hint of rage soon tainted his eyes.

“You care about him a lot, don’t you? Since that’s the case, I mustn’t let him go at all costs. Kill him.”

Everyone, including Conrad, looked shocked the moment the last two words were uttered.

The assistant shot an astonished glance in Lewis’ direction. It seemed that he truly had gone crazy; if

he were to kill Quintin for real in the warehouse, Robert and the others would never let him off the

hook, much less Damian.

Lewis was definitely shooting himself in the foot right now.

Conrad quickly persuaded in a low tone, “Chairman Alvarez, please don’t act rashly.”

The man didn’t seem to have heard Conrad’s words. His gaze remained glued to the bodyguard as he

uttered, “Why are you still standing there?”

Josephine could only stare at Lewis with shock and fear written all over her face. More tears. continued

to flow down her cheeks in small streams.

If it weren’t for the fact that she had just witnessed Lewis’ deranged behavior, she never would have

believed that the Lewis she once knew would say such cruel and merciless things.

The bodyguard no longer hesitated to carry out Lewis’ order. He gripped Quintin by his hair and moved

to swipe his dagger across his throat to execute a clean stroke.

Quintin was also rooted to his spot in a shell-shocked state. He never expected that Lewis had the

courage to kill him. That man was either insane or way too arrogant.

This was Quintin’s first time feeling threatened by the idea of dying. He closed his eyes reflexively and

gave up on struggling.

His only thought was that he would transform into a vengeful spirit and haunt Lewis for the rest of his

days once he died. He vowed never to let him live the rest of his life in peace.

Quintin waited for his death to come. A moment later, he realized he didn’t feel any pain coming from

his throat.

Instead, he could feel warm liquid dripping on his forehead. He felt a drop, which soon became two

drops and more.

The man’s eyes flew open instantly. He was surprised to see Josephine kneeling in front of him while

gripping the bodyguard’s blade with all her might.

She gritted her teeth quietly while frowning in pain. The beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead

soon rolled down her face, mixed with the warm tears gushing out of her eyes. Then, they slowly

trickled down her cheek and fell off her chin.

Josephine continued to take deep breaths while suppressing the intense pain that flared from her

palms. Beads of bright red blood started flowing down the blade of the dagger as well.

Half of them trickled onto the ground, whereas the other half splattered onto Quintin’s forehead. The

blood then rolled down his forehead, leaving long, red streaks on his face.

“Josephine!” The man called out her name.

With trembling lips, Josephine lowered her head to glance at him with much difficulty. Then, she turned

to look at Lewis.

There was no longer a hint of a smile on Lewis’ face. He kept staring at Josephine unblinkingly, the

darkness in his eyes growing to be even more prominent and vivid. Strong currents surged within those

eyes, threatening to engulf his senses and break out in waves.

The bodyguard no longer dared to use any force now that Josephine interfered with his task. He could

only grip the dagger anxiously, not daring to move an inch for fear that he might hurt the young woman

again.

The reason why the chaos erupted was that Josephine had eloped with Quintin.

That bodyguard was no fool. He could never harm Josephine, not in a million. years.

Josephine opened her mouth in an attempt to make a sound when she realized that Lewis was still

unmoved despite her actions. Unfortunately, she failed to do that.

At that moment, Lewis rose to his feet and started heading her way.

Josephine’s anxiety grew as she watched him walk toward her.

Finally, the man stopped before her and reached out to grab her by the collar with his slender fingers.

Then, he yanked her off the ground.

“How long have you known him for, Josephine?”

Lewis’ voice remained deep and magnetic, though a subtle undercurrent of rage could be detected in

his tone. Remarkably, he maintained exceptional control over his anger. Only those

who truly paid attention to his voice would be able to discern the underlying fury.

Josephine looked dazed for a moment. She had no idea how long she and Quintin knew each

other.

She only knew one thing; the moment she laid her eyes on Quintin’s pure and innocent smile, she was

confident that he would never hurt her.

That was all.

Lewis’ gaze was fixated on the young woman’s face. Soon, a mocking smirk appeared on his face. “I

never knew that you share such a deep bond with him to the point that you’re willing to die for him,

hmm?”

Josephine’s eyelashes trembled slightly. Her lips were still quivering, and she didn’t know which

expression to show in order to respond to Lewis’ question.

Lewis continued to grip her chin tightly as he turned her head forcibly to make her look at Quintin. “I’d

like to see if you still have the resolve to live after witnessing his death.”

Josephine’s heart sank at that moment. She felt as though the ground had opened up her feet and

swallowed her up, casting her into the eternal darkness.

Lewis

gave the order coldly. “Kill him.”

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The young woman trembled violently in his clutches. She struggled against him with all her might, her

eyes as wide as dinner plates, but he was able to trap her in his arms.

Seeing as she was unable to free herself from Lewis’ arms no matter how hard she tried, Josephine

could only grab his collar while shaking him as violently as she could. As a result, the blood from her

injured palms was smeared all over his black windbreaker in big patches.

The bodyguard looked a little hesitant.

Quintin started to have mixed feelings as he watched Josephine’s breakdown with his own

eyes.

The more she struggled, the tighter Lewis held her.

He refused to look at her despite her actions, making her pleas feeble and insignificant.

Josephine’s mouth hung open as she let out hoarse, quiet sobs by squeezing the air out of her lungs.

The bodyguard hesitated briefly. On the other hand, Lewis forcefully pushed Josephine aside without

hesitation and lunged toward Quintin as he snatched the dagger from the bodyguard’s grasp in one

swift motion.

Everyone’s shock doubled upon realizing what was about to happen. Lewis intended to finish Quintin

off personally.

Josephine fell to the ground, but she quickly scrambled up to her feet and ran toward Lewis while

ignoring the flaring pain in her body. Then, she hugged his leg as tightly as she could.