Reborn Wife

Chapter 2 

Olivia immediately hung up the phone.

On the other end of the line, Leonard was stunned.

In the past, even when he was rude, Olivia would just take it humbly.

But this time, she actually cu--rsed at him and hung up on him, too.

He shook his head as if waking up from a trance.

"What kind of trick are you playing, Olivia?" he sneered.

Meanwhile, Olivia felt content.

This was just the beginning.

In the future, she would break off that ridiculous engagement between the two of them.

She called her home and almost cried when she heard her mother's worried and familiar voice.

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Only a desolate tombstone greeted her when she finally got out.

Everyone said that her mother had committed su-cide by setting the fire.

She also naively believed it, but she did not imagine that ...she had been k-lled by her uncle's family! She held back her tears and said, "Mom, I'm fine.I just miss you and want to go home.’

When her mother heard this, she thought that her precious daughter had been bullied outside.

"Alright, alright” she said tenderly, "let's go home.Talk to me if there's anything bothering you.Where are you? I'll pick you up immediately.’ Olivia gave her the address.

Because her phone had been soaked in water earlier, it shut down and ended the call.

She stood up and limped to find a better place.

However, just a few steps away, she heard a muffled shout coming from the woods behind her.

Her nose caught a faint smell of bl--d.

In her previous life, she had heard of many crimes, especially in the years when she had been in prison.

She had gone from being a weak pushover to being a tough woman who would not stop at anything to get her revenge.

Unable to sleep at night, she had trained to make her physical strength and auditory acuity better than most people.

Remembering this, Olivia hesitated.

She was not the kind of person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs.

However, as she hesitated, something suddenly surfaced from the depths of her memories.

She remembered some news she accidentally saw on TV; on this day in her previous life, the sixth master of the Tucker Clan, Bruce Tucker, had been targeted for assassination, but he escaped, barely unconscious due to excessive bl--d loss.

It was revealed that he was saved, although further information had been blocked by his family.

If she remembered correctly, it happened around this area.

If that was the case, could it be possible that it was really Bruce Tucker whom she had just heard in the forest? Everyone in LC City knew the Tucker Clan.

A hundred-year-old influential family.

They were deeply rooted, powerful, and everyone regarded with fear and respect.

The youngest son of the Old Master, Bruce Tucker, was the backbone of the family.

He was young and almighty.

He was a powerful figure in the business world, and he was able to support the entire clan in one go.

Olivia pondered for a moment, doing calculations in her head, before limping into the forest.

If she could give a good impression to the sixth master of the Tucker Clan, then she could use his help whenever she needed it.

After following the sound for along time, she did not find anyone.

Instead, she saw bright red bl--d under a large tree—a pool of it.

Sure enough, his injuries were rather severe.

Olivia crouched down and touched it.

The bl--d had not dried yet, so he probably had not gone far.

Just as she was about to get up and continue searching, she felt a gust of wind behind her.

She was about to dodge and then changed her mind at the last second; she raised her hand in surrender and shouted, "No! I'm not a bad person!"

The saber did not cut through her.

Olivia heaved a sigh of relief and slowly turned around.

She raised her head and saw the handsome face of the man.

It was a perfect face, as handsome as his saber.

It was absolutely eye-catching, absolutely top-grade! Even though the man was seriously injured, his demeanor was still undeniably noble.

His stance had the air of superiority and aggressiveness as if he was trained with it.

Was this the sixth master of the Tucker Clan? He was so young.

Bruce Tucker's gaze was burning, his deep, pitch-black eyes filled with inquiry and scrutiny.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

He was like a mountain, his aura truly domineering.

Olivia blinked, trying to look as innocent as she could with her eyes.

"I passed by," she explained, "and when I heard the commotion, I came over to take a look.Are you alright? My family will pick me up later, and we can drop you off at the hospital"

She tried her best to convince the man that she had his best interest at heart, so he could help her out in the future, too.

Bruce regarded her indifferently.

"Go away, he spat out, his thin lips set in a sneer.”

"Don't be ungrateful,’’ Olivia choked out and turned to leave.

As soon as she took two steps forward, she heard a thud from behind him.

When she turned back around, she saw that Bruce had already fainted and was lying unconscious on the ground.

She rolled her eyes and c-rsed as she walked closer to examine his injuries.

There were obvious wounds on his waist and abdomen, and he was bleeding profusely.

She looked left and right.

Seeing that there was no one else in the woods, she tore the camisole off her body and ripped it into several pieces.

She wrapped them tightly around the wounds to slow down the bl--d loss.

She even tied a beautiful bow-knot at the end to show her annoyance.

"Not bad,’ she praised herself, "not bad."

She clapped her hands in satisfaction, stood up and left the woods.

Not long after she left, a convoy from the Tucker Clan arrived.

Dozens of black-clothed bodyguards rushed into the forest, searching everywhere for Bruce.

A few minutes later, he was taken to the car.

He opened his eyes as the car sped along.

On the way, he woke up some time, and when he lowered his head, he saw the bow-knot adorning his waist and abdomen.

His eyes twitched fiercely.

Who did it? The exquisite and beautiful face of the girl in the woods suddenly appeared in his mind.

There was also that pair of cunning eyes.

The man who was treating his wounds untied the bow.

"This looks like a girl's camisole, doesn't it?"

Galen looked like he was trying hard not to laugh while dealing with Bruce's wound.

Who would imagine the sixth master Bruce Tucker to be close to women? He had lots of women come up to him, but the most they would get was a "go-away."

Who would have thought that this time, a girl would take advantage of his injuries to get close? Sensing Galen's teasing and probing gaze, Bruce closed his eyes and said, "If you don't treat the wounds seriously, I'd think you probably want me to die"

"With me here, that's impossible.

It wasn't that Galen was overconfident.

He was just that good.

He was Bruce's most trusted friend and the youngest member of the Burke Clan, which had a long history of being doctors for generations now.

He was young and had unparalleled medical skills.

A few years ago, he had used his technique to save Bruce's life, so this minor injury was not a problem to him.

With his eyes closed, Bruce could still see that beautiful face in his mind.

He scoffed.

"A girl with bad intentions,’’ he whispered to himself.