Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

Chapter 1243: Murderer, You Killed My Brother!

"Wade took me abroad, because at that time, the Seys Family was really a stranger to us.""And abroad, at the age of seventeen, Wade worked multiple part-time jobs desperately to support my studies... The last thing he gave me was just one phone call! Jose Floyd, one phone call, you made my brother and I separated by life and death!"

"You let my brother Wade, who took care of and protected me since childhood, die in a foreign country..."

"Jose Floyd, tell me, should I reclaim this debt you owe? Should I take your life!"

The beach in the evening breeze, cold and silent, with only the sound of the waves.

Jose Floyd stood in place, his face exceedingly somber.

Her hand still held his, with a tremble and chill.

Her eyes were even colder and filled with hatred, aggressively questioning him...

It turned out her hatred for him was so deep, deep into her very bones...

"Jose Floyd, give me back my brother, I’ll give you anything you want, okay!"

"You want my life, I’ll give it to you, give me back my brother! Give me back the brother who gave me warmth for over a decade!!"

"Jose Floyd, you ruined everything! You ruined my entire life! Jose Floyd, you are a murderer!!"

"Your hands are covered with my brother’s blood! He was only in his teens, yet you took his life!"

"Jose Floyd, now you stand in front of me, do you realize, my brother is dead! He died under your gun!!"

"I approached you, using every means to get close, to gain your trust, all for the sake of revenge! Jose Floyd, I want your life in return!!"

For the first time, she cried in front of him, cried heart-wrenchingly, each questioning shattering him completely.

Jose Floyd’s face and body had no warmth, looking at Nicole’s reddened eyes, he unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand, wanting to give her some warmth.

"Nicole..." Jose Floyd pressed his thin lips, his face cold as frost, wanting to say something, yet unable to speak.

If he really killed her brother, then her hatred toward him in this lifetime would never be resolved.

"Jose Floyd, I’d rather you be dead than appear in front of me! Why do you still show up! Do you know that seeing you reminds me of that gunshot, of my brother, and it makes me hate you! I wish I could kill you! Why did my brother die, why are you still alive... you murderer living so well!"

"My brother did nothing wrong, he shouldn’t have only lived for his teens. Jose Floyd, your hands are soaked in so much blood, why are you still alive!"

"Jose Floyd, it should be you who died, not my brother!"

Nicole recalled that gunshot, completely lost her reason, shouting and questioning Jose Floyd hoarsely, forcibly shook off his grip on her hand.

Nicole’s deep red eyes looked at Jose Floyd’s left hand which hadn’t been withdrawn, that bracelet she gave him, extremely mocking and ironic, pierced her left atrium like relentless silver needles.

"I actually forgot my hatred and prayed for peace for the one who killed Wade... I’m really crazy..."

Nicole’s deep red eyes revealed deep self-mockery, she turned away, no longer wanting to gaze upon this man.

Her turn, with a trembling back, unconsciously, Jose Floyd immediately reached out with his unwithdrawn hand and grabbed Nicole’s wrist.

"Let go!"

Her coldness, cooler and colder than the nighttime sea breeze, made him feel chills invading.

Jose Floyd didn’t let go, gripping Nicole’s wrist firmly, his thin lips pressed into extreme depth, his voice low: "Nicole, I will definitely find out the truth about this matter, I really have no memory of killing anyone named Wade..."