Chapter 600

The clock rewinds a few hours earlier.

Liam Sullivan chased the car that had taken Luna Clark.

That woman.

Hated him.

Despised him.

She ultimately became a wound in his heart that never healed.

The moment he saw her.

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave.

They nearly drowned him.

He hesitated.

For only an instant.

Then he gave chase.

He knew Vivian Bennett would wait for him there.

She would understand.

But that girl.

If he didn't save her now.

He would never resolve this knot in his heart.

Just give him a little time.

Once he saved her.

He would return immediately.

He wouldn't be fooled.

The car drove all the way to the suburbs.

It finally stopped in front of an abandoned garage.

Several men dragged Luna Clark out of the car.

They hauled her deep into the garage.

Liam followed silently.

There was no ambush inside the garage.

These men.

Were no match for him.

He struck suddenly.

His movements were swift as lightning.

The men fell to the ground one after another.

Under the dim, yellowish light.

Liam stood panting.

He turned to look at Luna Clark by the wall.

That familiar silhouette.

The face from his memories.

Just more mature now.

With a touch of added allure.

She was only fifteen when she disappeared.

Now she was a grown woman.

Liam's heart clenched.

His gaze deepened as he looked at her.

After searching for so many years.

She was actually still alive.

Luna Clark lifted her eyes.

Meeting his gaze.

Time seemed to flow backward in that moment.

"Liam."

Tears welled in her eyes.

Her voice was mournful yet tender.

"I finally waited for you."

Liam walked over.

He knelt down.

And untied the ropes binding her hands behind her back.

Luna made as if to throw herself into his arms.

But a hand suddenly clamped around her throat.

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Liam... what are you doing?"

Liam gave a cold laugh.

His fingers tightened.

Bones creaked audibly.

Luna paled from the pain.

"You are not Luna Clark."

His eyes were vicious, like a wolf's.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Luna gritted her teeth.

Stubbornly staring back at him.

"If I'm not Luna Clark, then who could I be?"

"Don't you love her?"

"Wrong."

Liam's gaze was sharp as a blade.

He laughed, a bleak sound.

"I don't love her."

"Moreover, you received faulty intelligence."

"The real Luna Clark hated me."

"Her eyes held only disgust when she looked at me."

"Never tenderness."

Luna fell silent.

Her gaze turned calm.

Even cold.

Not a trace of panic.

"Speak."

Liam tightened his grip.

"Who sent you?"

Luna coughed with difficulty.

But she gave a strange smile.

"I told you... I am Luna Clark."

"Shut up."

Liam laughed in extreme anger.

"You are not worthy of impersonating her."

"The real Luna Clark."

"Had a mark on her thigh."

"You cannot fake that."

Rip—

He tore open her skirt.

Revealing her pale thigh.

When that mark came into view.

Liam froze completely.

As if struck by lightning.

Impossible.

That mark.

Was one he had carved himself.

It couldn't be imitated.

And he couldn't possibly mistake it.

The sheer shock made his fingers loosen for a second.

Luna seized the opportunity.

She pulled out a needle.

And plunged it hard into the back of his neck.

Liam collapsed, disbelief in his eyes.

He fell into unconsciousness.

Luna let out a sigh of relief.

Looking down at the man on the ground.

She sighed softly.

Then she began dragging him away.