The Engagement Ring He Forgot, the Fortune He’ll Never Touch cahpter 09

The Engagement Ring He Forgot, the Fortune He’ll Never Touch cahpter 09

After having his dignity crushed and priced like a commodity, Bennett finally snapped.

Normal harassment had stopped working.

His warped, obsessive pride drove him to something far more extreme—he would prove his love the only way he had left.

He would prove that he could give up even his life for her.

Half a month later.

I attended a major investment bidding conference on behalf of the group.

The competition ended with the opposing company collapsing into liquidation on the spot.

At ten o’clock that night, the event concluded.

Wesley walked with me toward the dim underground VIP parking garage of the building.

The garage was vast and dead silent—only the echo of my heels on the concrete.

Just as we were about to reach the car, a figure burst out from behind a concrete pillar—a man with bloodshot eyes.

It was the bankrupt representative of the rival company.

“Adelaide! You ruined me—so today I’m taking you down with me!”

He clenched a long blade in his hand. Then he charged straight at my chest like a madman.

The distance was too close—it all happened too fast.

The security team didn’t even have time to draw their weapons.

But just as the blade closed in to within ten feet of me.

“It’s a beautiful day, watch out! I’ll save you!”

It was Bennett.

He burst out from the shadows, arms spread wide, trying to use his body to block the fatal strike.

He believed that if the knife pierced his chest—if he bled for me—I would finally be moved. I’d cry. I’d forgive him.

He intended to trade a life for a life—a desperate act of emotional blackmail built on sacrifice and guilt.

But reality, once again, slapped him across the face.

Wesley’s eyes sharpened. He wrapped an arm firmly around my waist and pulled me into his protection.

At the same time, he lifted his leg and kicked the attacker squarely in the chest.

A dull impact echoed through the garage.

The attacker was sent flying five or six meters away, along with the knife in his hand.

He slammed into the wall and collapsed unconscious immediately.

The whole thing took less than few seconds. Clean. Precise. Effortless. My clothes didn’t even shift.

As for Bennett, he had rushed in too aggressively and missed entirely.

He lost his balance and fell hard onto the ground where the knife had dropped, along with scattered shards of glass.

“Aah!” He screamed in pain as the blade tore through his thigh and arm.

Blood poured out instantly, spreading across the garage floor.

Security rushed in and quickly took control of the situation.

Bennett lay in the blood, trembling hard. Yet he still forced himself to look up at me, eyes filled with desperate hope.

“Adelaide… I’m bleeding…”

“I saved you… I could even die for you…”

He panted heavily, imagining me pushing Wesley aside, running to him in tears, finally moved by his so-called sacrifice.

I stood safely within Wesley’s arms, looking down at him.

There was no emotion in my eyes. No gratitude. No pity. Only deep, unrelenting disgust.

“Pick him up.” My voice was cold.

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and dragged him up from the blood pool.

I walked over and looked down at his self-righteous face.

“Bennett, did you really think I didn’t know you had been hiding behind that delivery van for two hours?”

His body stiffened violently. “You… how do you know…”

A cold smile touched my lips.

“Because every camera in this garage has been under my control from the very beginning.”

“You knew someone was planning to attack me.”

“You had every chance to call the police or alert security—but you chose not to.”

“You hid in the shadows and watched him come at me with a knife.”

“You gambled with my life just to put on your little hero show.”

With every word I spoke, his face turned paler.

“No! Adelaide, that’s not true! I really came to save you! I love you!”

He screamed, lunging for the hem of my coat before the guards pinned him back.

“Your love is both pathetic and poisonous.”

I stepped back slightly, avoiding his bloodied hand. My expression went cold.

“Do you think that by bleeding, by almost dying…”

“I’ll fall back into the same pattern as before and feel sorry for you?”

I leaned down slightly, my voice low enough that only he could hear.

“The old Adelaide would have. She would have given everything for you.”

“But you…” I paused. “You’re not even worthy of being the dirt beneath my shoes.”

“Clean up your blood. Don’t filthy up my property.”

I turned away without another glance, took Wesley’s arm, and walked with him toward the car waiting in the distance.

The engine roared to life, echoing through the underground garage.

In the rearview mirror, Bennett finally understood—his last illusion was shattered.

His so-called immunity card was worthless. And his so-called devotion meant nothing at all.

Even his attempt to trade his life for my attention had been completely stripped of meaning.

I hadn’t just killed his love—I had, in front of everyone, ground his last shred of dignity into dust.

What awaited him now was a fate longer than death itself.