"You look like you're dying." A mocking voice came from the side. It was the man sitting on the sofa, the President's younger brother, Li Sheng.
The President gave him a cold glare.
"I seriously don't understand why you are trying so hard to find her. You hate her to the core. Once you said that you wished you could you would kill her with your bare hands. So what's with that look now?"
"You will never know." There was a chilling answer.
The eyes of the man on the sofa narrowed. "Don't tell me you fell for that b*tch! I would never accept that!"
"Sheng!" The President spat and looked at his younger brother with cold eyes. If he had the power to freeze people with eyes, he wished that he could do just that to his brother.
"Yes, brother." Sheng, his younger brother, replied mockingly. His eyes were vicious.
"If she's dead then find her corpse." President Li ordered.
"I got it." Then Li Sheng left. After leaving, his face turned black. In seconds, it became darker.
'Even if she isn't dead, I'll make sure she's dead and bring the corpse back to you big brother.' He gritted his teeth and promised.
President Li looked at the photos again. He wanted to tear them apart. But he couldn't.
He didn't know why he was so into that girl. He hated her from the day he knew her existence. He still hated her. His hatred for her crossed all boundaries.
But he could not remove the memory of her forlorn face from his mind.
The last memory of her.
His heart ached. Why?
His head hurt. He couldn't think straight.
Though he hated her, he never wanted her to die.
He got the answer.
Exactly! He never wanted her to die. All he wanted to do was make her life a living hell.
He wanted to destroy her happiness.
He wanted to destroy her dream, her freedom, her smile; everything!
Her tears would give him joy and peace.
Then why did she die before him?
Every time he sees her bloody face in his dreams he would become restless.
He felt that she forgave him for all the hateful things that he had done.
When he saw his wife's face, he would become even more restless.
Because he married his wife to punish the girl he hated.
Then why was he regretting this now?
When he looked at his two-year-old son why did his face would become full of pain?
He didn't remember when he last carried his son.
His son was a mistake. His marriage was a mistake.
Maybe his hatred towards her was also a mistake.
He covered his face with his hands. No, he should not think that way. He hated her and that was the truth.
'Please tell me, where are you? I want to see you. Very much.'
He thought that if it was her then his pain would go away.