Chapter: 743

Victor was ready to sit up when he realized she didn't want to move.

"Mr. Sullivan, you can't move now!" Dr. Turner exclaimed.

Ignoring his words, Victor looked at Rachel stubbornly and said, "If you don't come over, I'll go to you then."

"Don't move! Didn't you hear what the doctor said?" When Rachel heard this, she took a few steps closer to the bedside. A glint of frustration was visible on her face.

“How are you so stubborn up until now? Are you a little kid, Victor? This is only something a little kid would do! Besides, it's your life, not mine!"

“My Life is yours," Victor said.

Rachel's eyes widened.

"I promised you earlier, remember? I'll stay alive until you kill me with your own hands," he added.

Rachel pressed her lips together. After a moment, she huffed and looked at Dr. Turner and said, “Fix him up before he dies, Dr.

Turner."

"But..."

"Didn't you hear what he said just now? His life is mine. So, I decide if he would live or die." She knew what was bothering Dr.

Turner, so she interrupted him.

"Don't be gentle with him. If he dies while you are treating him, I won't blame you. You know what?

I will even give you a reward."

When Victor heard this, he didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Dr. Turner looked at the two of them for a moment before he started to treat Victor's injury. He had been very careful because they were in a bedroom, not a hospital, and Victor's wound was still bleeding and needed stitches.

Half an hour later, journalists attending the press conference watched the clock with eager anticipation. According to Carson's promise, Victor would arrive in thirty seconds.

As everyone's excitement grew, a man amongst the crowd inevitably asked, “What's taking him so long, Mr. Scott? You said Mr. Sullivan was just in the lounge. Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Hearing this, Carson took out a box of bubblegum from his pocket, placed one in his mouth, and glanced at the man dismissively without uttering a word.

Maria, who was sitting in the front row, stared at the clock while thinking of what she heard from her subordinate fifteen minutes ago.

"Come out? Ha, don't hold your breath! Victor might not even be alive anymore. How's he going to show up? Anyway, no matter how much they try to stall, I'll still be the star of this press conference at the end of the day. Let's get on with the show! Three, two..."

At the count of one, Maria stood up from her seat, wore an eager expression on her face, and said, “Half an hour has passed, and there's still no sign of Victor. He's probably dealing with something urgent, so I..."

"He's here! Mr. Sullivan's here!" A reporter shouted while Maria was talking.

The very next second, everyone turned around to check if what they heard was true. Victor answered their prayers. Without a single scratch on his face, he walked out of the lounge wearing a dashing suit, followed by an entourage.