Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Nora hung up on Alexander, her originally flustered mood suddenly soaring.

Alexander finally relented and wanted to marry her. That was great news for her.

She shook off the frustration in her heart, changed her clothes, and made up before leaving the house.

As she was leaving, she received a phone call. She pleaded coquettishly, "I did everything you said, but that woman won't have much longer to live. Can't I leave tomorrow? I have an important date now."

"No! Don't forget, your bone marrow matches hers. If someone finds out, she can still be saved. I'll send someone to pick you up, you hide for three days, at most three days, she will undoubtedly die."

Nora felt a bit impatient, "Alright, I'll leave after this date ends."

After that, she hung up the phone, thinking that it would be fine if she stayed a little longer.

Sitting in the car, she looked at the scenery that was rapidly reversing outside, and Nora once again thought of Elizabeth's face.noveldrama

The person she hated so much in the past was finally going to die, so she should be happy.

She took out the small mirror from her pocket, preparing to touch up her makeup, when her fingers touched the card that Elizabeth gave her, and Nora's gaze froze.

Elizabeth said that the password was her birthday, but after so many years, she didn't know her birthday.

Did she really deserve to die?

Nora was upset again.

It wasn't until Alexander sent a message asking her where she was that Nora's mood improved again, and she quickly sent her location.

She opened the voice button, "Alexander, I'll be there in ten minutes, wait... Boom."

The voice message was interrupted, and in the last half of a second, there was a huge crashing sound.

Alexander knew that something had happened, and when he called again, no one answered.

"Change direction, something has happened to Nora."

Nora's car was hit by a large truck that rushed out from across the road, and it directly hit the big tree on the side of the road.

In the middle of the chaos, people screamed and hurriedly dialed 911.

The driver died on the spot, and Nora's situation was not looking in the back seat that she was thrown to by the impact of the accident.

Her body hurt, and she saw fresh red blood flowing out of her body, and her head was numb.

Her phone vibrated non-stop, and her chest was pierced by a piece of glass that shattered from the windscreen.

Nora used all her strength to touch her phone and answer the call. The intense pain prevented her from saying a complete sentence.

She heard Alexander's voice, "What happened?"

"Car... Alexander, save me, save me."

Nora's voice sounded extremely weak, and Alexander hurriedly said,

"What'e situation now? Was

therea car accident? Are you injured?

Where are the wounds? Is there anyone else nearby? You must not move around

to prevent internal organs from rupturing, okay?"

"My chest... glass."

Before she could finish her sentence, her car door was opened.

Nora hurriedly looked towards the person, who was dressed in black clothes, with a duckbill cap, a jacket pulled up directly to her nose, and sunglasses on her face, making her face unrecognizable.

"Miss Kingsley, I'm here to pick you up."

Nora's spine shuddered, and her mind raced. Only then did she realize that something was wrong.

Just because she insisted on finishing her meal with Alexander before leaving,

she arranged a car accident to stop her.

What a ruth less heart!

"Who's talking?" Alexander's voice

could stiff be heard, "Don't be afraid, I

promised Lauryn, I will definitely protect you, I will be there soon."

Nora saw the person's hand reaching for her phone against the light, but she couldn't stop her.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, "It's too late, it's too late, Alexander, you have to be careful..."

Nora's voice stopped abruptly, and the other party hung up.

Alexander called but couldn't get through.

Who did Nora want him to be careful of?

Who did she provoke?

When he arrived, the scene was a mess.

"Mr. Sterling, the driver is already dead, and Miss Kingsley is missing."