Love Unbreakable

Chapter 369 Lauren's Hatred The moment the accusatory words were hurled, Lauren instinctively bowed her head, trying to make herself smaller as she silently absorbed the barrage of curses and insults.

There was no way she could fight back or try to defend herself, nor did she intend to. This roof over her head was provided by this dirty man who made a livelihood from scavenging.

It may not seem like much, considering how much she had in the past. But at the moment, it was a sanctuary to her. Without it, she would have nowhere to stay.

Lauren wanted to get treatment for her ailments, but she didn't have anything

except the poor excuse for clothes on her body, and she didn't have any means to get the money.

The scars she carried were not just physical reminders, but also emotional wounds that never seemed to heal and only grew worse with time.

It was only when the dirty man with a limp left and silence reigned in the room for several minutes that Lauren dared to raise her head.

The evidence of her trauma was etched onto her face. One side remained unscathed, while the other bore the horrific marks of severe burns.

The injury was a harsh reminder of the moment she had been abandoned on the side of the road, her face brutally scraped against the unforgiving asphalt when a car accidentally hit

her, chunks of skin torn away in the merciless drag. The agony she endured was beyond words, a torment that cleaved through her very soul.

Despite the harrowing torment, Lauren gingerly got back to her feet and tried to ask the car driver for compensation, but the car driver refused and insisted I on calling the police and going through the insurance procedures.

Lauren was afraid the police would discover her past wrongdoings and arrest her, so she did the only thing she could think of at that moment.

That was to flee away.

Since she was unsuccessful in getting money from the driver, her injuries remained untreated. As time passed, the wounds turned into scabs and eventually healed until it became a rugged terrain of scars, hideous and

unpleasant to look at.

Lauren had cut ties with her family a while ago, and not long after,.she was stripped of her resources and connections. As horrific as the past few days had been, there was nothing she could do to change her fate but to sit in limbo, waiting for death to find her.

But even at that, the idea that that dirty man with a limp could throw her out was laughable. Just thinking of it roused the old Lauren, and a sinister light flickered within her eyes.

There was a creak and the door was suddenly pushed open.

Lauren had an unexpected guest.

There was barely enough scrap of fabric on her body to cover her dignity, but she felt no shame and made no move to hide herself from this

newcomer. Calmly, she raised her head and looked at the newcomer.

Before she stood a man dressed in dark attire, his face partially hidden by a mask. His eyes were sharp and intense, like an eagle's gaze.

"Do you want to get your revenge?" The question was direct and straight to the point.

"Can you assist me?" Lauren replied, matching the man's bluntness. She didn't bother to ask the man's identity or reason for helping her.

Her face and body were ruined, and now she was nothing but a shadow of herself. Could she resign herself to this fate and allow the one who ruined her life to walk away? Absolutely not.

However, no matter how desperate she was for revenge, her reality was a

brutal slap to the face. For one thing, Mitchel was safeguarded by a plethora of bodyguards. She couldn't get within a hundred miles of where he was. And to add insult to injury, Raegan was also out of Lauren's reach.

Indeed, Lauren wanted to get her pound of flesh, to make Mitchel and Raegan suffer for every ounce of horror she had gone through, but she couldn't do it by herself.

Now fate had for once shown mercy on her and brought to her an ally who wanted the same thing she did. What they stood to gain from Mitchel's destruction mattered very little to her.

The only she cared about was seeing Mitchel's world crumble.

The second Abel heard Lauren's question, he knew he wouldn't have to persuade her to work with them.

Since that was the case, Abel took out a wad of cash, threw it on the floor and ordered in a voice devoid of emotion, "This is a good place to hide. Stay here and recover. When the time is right for action, you will be informed." Then, Abel turned around and left.

"Wait!" Abel stopped in his tracks as Lauren's voice rang out. When he turned to look at her, she met his gaze without flinching. "Is there a poison capable of causing instant death?" Abel, seasoned in numerous assassination missions, instantly realized Lauren's intent. Lauren possessed the ferocity and venom necessary to execute a deed of earth- shattering consequence in her final moments.

Some hours after Abel left, the dirty man with a limp returned. He had spent the entire day scavenging, but all he had to show for his efforts was a cart filled with refuse.

For once, Lauren cleaned herself up f and even tidied up the place. When she saw the dirty man come in, she promptly descended from her perch and poured water for the man with practiced eagerness.

Caught off guard by her sudden shift in demeanor, the dirty man with a limp mocked, "So, the dead fish learns to turn at last." While the sudden hospitality was unexpected, the dirty man was thirsty, so he accepted the cup eagerly and guzzled the water.

Then, he placed the cup down and remarked, "If you can prove to me that you can contribute, then I will rethink my decision to throw you out... Ah...

Ah..." The taunting words devolved into labored gasps as the dirty man's face contorted into an expression of agony.

It felt like the fires of hell were in his throat, razing everything in its path until his vocal chords were nothing more than charred lumps.

Eyes bulging with horror and disbelief, he raised a trembling, dirt-streaked finger at Lauren. "Ah... Ah..." "Clap!" Without even a hint of remorse, Lauren raised her hand and struck the dirty man down with every ounce of strength she could muster. She spat disdainfully on the curled form of the man and hissed. "Old fool, hurry to

hell!" The dirty man's cries tapered off a few seconds later, his wide unseeing eyes frozen in a state of shock even in death.

Fury coursed through Lauren as she glared down at the dirty man. Now, she saw not a dirty man that had taken advantage of her, but her enemy who had ruined her life. She went and got a knife and mercilessly gouged his eyes out.

When she finally calmed down and could think rationally again, she dragged the man's body to the old refrigerator and stuffed it inside. It took considerable effort, but she managed to get it done.

Then, she surveyed her surroundings.

From high-rise villas to filthy shacks.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen! Lauren wrongly assumed Raegan was the reason for her downfall. Raegan should never have returned alive! Without Raegan, Mitchel wouldn't have been this merciless toward her.

How wonderful life would have been if Raegan died when she fell into the river five years ago! Lauren's hatred seeped into every bone in her body and corroded her mind.

There was only one thought in her mind and it was the one thing that had kept her going even after all the horrors she had endured. Raegan had to pay! At the Kingbel Club.

The door of the private room was pushed open by a waiter and an

impeccably dressed man walked in. He came to an abrupt halt, a sneer curling his lips when he saw the handsome man sitting across from him. "It's ironic, Mr. Dixon, that you're supposed to be sick yet here you are, strolling around as if nothing is wrong. My sister is so trusting and gullible that she stayed home today to cook liver porridge for you." Warmth surged up in Mitchel's heart when he heard that Raegan was at home cooking for him.

He didn't try to hide his joy and as such, Erick could see the pleased smile on his face. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Erick found Mitchel's smile to be particularly aggravating and he scoffed. "It seems that Mr. Dixon is still quite the master at manipulating people.”

Despite his pallor, Mitchel's lips curved downwards as he looked up at Erick. In a sincere voice, he told Erick, "Elder brother, you misunderstand me. I would never play with Raegan's feelings; I truly love her." Erick felt a pulsing headache the second he heard Mitchel call him elder brother in that casual tone.

This man was shameless to the extreme.

Erick was yet to make him pay for not protecting Raegan properly, yet Mitchel still had the audacity to sit in front of him and call him elder brother! Erick's expression turned icy. "Don't call me elder brother. I'm afraid I can't afford such a title. It might shorten my life." Mitchel's obsidian eyes were downcast

as he endured Erick's scorn with remarkable patience. Right now, Mitchel appeared quite humble, which was a far cry from the image he usually projected.

But Erick was not swayed by Mitchel's little performance. When he spoke next, his voice was cold and stern. "I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible. As long as I'm alive, you will never take advantage of my sister again!" He got to his feet and dusted his trousers.

"I believe I've made myself clear. We have nothing else to discuss. Oh, and don't bother waiting for the liver porridge. I've already ordered Reagan not to leave the house." Erick was known for his stubbornness,

a trait Mitchel had quickly recognized during their first interaction.

Thus, he waited for Erick to vent his anger before telling him why he had requested for this meeting.

"Elder brother, I know you've returned to secure the domestic shipping project." Erick paused mid-step. Scowling, he turned back to Mitchel and demanded, "What do you mean? Are you investigating me?" "Relax, I'm on your side, elder brother. I would never harm you." Erick was getting quite frustrated. The more Mitchel called him elder brother, the more familiar his tone became.

However, his purpose for returning was a secret to all, yet, Mitchel had been

able to discover it.

Erick's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of wariness rising within him.

Mitchel's lips curved. "I can help you secure the project.” "You?" Erick scoffed, his tone full of disbelief and derision.

"As far as I'm aware, the Dixon family has no history in shipping. There is only one likely candidate for the project and that is the Boyd family.

And from what I recall, the Boyd and the Dixon families aren't on good terms." Mitchel arched an eyebrow. "While it's well-known that the Boyd and Dixon families have a long-standing feud, there is a juicy scandal involving the

Boyd family that may pique your interest." The words were a missile, and they hit their target unerringly. Erick stopped scowling, interest flashing across his eyes before he remembered to control his expression.

If the Boyd family were out of the picture, then victory was most assuredly his.

The thought had barely taken root in his mind when his elation deflated. He knew what Mitchel wanted from him in exchange for his help.

But trading his sister's happiness for his own gain was something he would never contemplate.

Erick drew himself to his full height and stated in a cold, unyielding voice, "I know what you want. You want me

to let you have your way with my sister, but that will never happen." In reply, Mitchel pushed a document folder across the coffee table towards Erick.

"Elder brother, perhaps you should review this before making a decision.”