Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 146 Die For Her

Josephine was completely stunned, and the bread in her hands fell to the ground.

She pinned her gaze on the car, as if doing so could explain why he was here, of all places. Conrad

was equally taken aback. Incredulously, he fixed his gaze upon the car and the who emerged from it.

person

Lewis walked out of the car and slammed the door heavily. Without casting even a fleeting glance at

Josephine, he briskly walked past her, his attention entirely focused on entering the building.

His coat carried the scent of gardenias, its fragrance wafting into her nostrils. It was then that she

realized this was not a hallucination or a dream.

Lewis had actually come back for her.

Conrad wanted to follow Lewis into the building when the door slammed shut in front of him,

obstructing the view of everyone else in the courtyard.

Josephine crouched in a daze, her eyes unusually wet.

Seth looked at the man in front of him and laughed. It was a genuine laugh-one of triumph.

Lewis stood in front of his bed, his stance radiating coldness. It was almost as if he’d brought the chill

from the outside into the building. Immediately, the temperature inside dropped by a few degrees.

“It seems, after all, that President Alvarez is a man who says one thing and means another.”

Lewis yanked him up from the bed by his collar. “You will disarm the bomb on her foot first thing

tomorrow.”

Seth choked, gesturing for Lewis to put him down.

Lewis released his grip, and Seth fell heavily back onto the bed. His head spun. After a while, when

he’d returned to his senses, he replied, “Don’t worry. I always keep my promises.”

Lewis sneered in return and turned to sit across from him.

On the other side of the door, Conrad plastered his ears against it and attempted to eavesdrop on their

conversation but to no avail.

He started to get anxious. “What now? If he stays the night, he would never be able to make it back to

the shareholders’ meeting in time.”

Josephine looked at the firmly shut door and pressed her lips together tightly.

Conrad scratched his head anxiously and paced back and forth in front of the door.

Josephine’s mind was a mess. A turmoil of emotions overwhelmed her as she lowered her head and

gazed at the countdown on her ankle. Time was ticking fast.

As night gradually began to fall, Conrad told her to go back and get some rest.

Josephine tugged at his sleeve. Crouching down, she dipped her fingers into a puddle and wrote on the

ground, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Uh-do you need me to accompany you?”

He did not put much thought into it. Josephine had to be scared out of her mind if she had to tell him

when she was going to the bathroom in this desolate, mountainous area. He also thought it was only

natural for him to accompany her.

Josephine shook her head, stood up, and walked out of the courtyard.

Conrad was slightly suspicious. “Is the bathroom located outside of the homestead?” he wondered.

Yet, Josephine had already left with a lamp. Conrad watched her silhouette disappear outside of the

homestead. He couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong.

Ten minutes had passed, but Josephine was not back yet.

Twenty minutes later, Josephine did not return either.

Conrad finally realized that something was indeed wrong. Immediately, he rushed out of the homestead

and checked the courtyard twice. He even checked the vegetable garden but found no trace nor clue of

her whereabouts.

He then walked a short distance from the homestead and checked everywhere she could possibly be,

but there was no sign of Josephine at all.

“Fuck!”

Conrad smacked his forehead and yelled down the mountain. “Mrs. Alvarez!”

Afterward, upon remembering that Josephine couldn’t speak, he immediately ran back to the

homestead and pounded on the door frantically.

“President Alvarez! Sir! Mrs. Alvarez is gone!”

Both Lewis and Seth turned upon hearing Conrad’s shouts.

Seth narrowed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.

Lewis opened the door and saw Conrad standing there anxiously. “Gone? Where?”

Conrad stammered, “I-I don’t-I don’t know. Half an hour ago, she told me she was going to

the bathroom and left the homestead. She never came back-”

Before he could finish, Lewis had already rushed into the dark.

Conrad instructed two of their men to stand guard in the homestead while everyone else spread out to

search for Josephine.

Meanwhile, Josephine walked for almost half an hour before she found a relatively high cliff.

She held a lamp in her hand, but she couldn’t see anything below other than complete darkness and

the echoes of the gale in the valley. From where she stood, it sounded curiously like the howl of a wild

beast.

Surrounding her were weeds, about half as tall as her, rustling in the wind.

Josephine stood on the edge of the cliff with a lamp in her hand. The light from the lamp did not reach

far. From a distance away, she looked like a glowing pearl hidden among the shrubs.

She looked down at the bomb chained to her ankle again. The countdown showed that she had eight

hours left.

She had been standing there for what felt like decades before she remembered why she’d come. She

was here to end it, once and for all.

Josephine placed the lamp on the ground. This way, if Lewis came to find her after, he would know that

she was already dead. He wouldn’t have to waste more time looking for her then.

She closed her eyes and walked toward the edge of the cliff.

“Josephine!”

She stilled.

“Don’t!”

She turned and caught sight of a shadow moving swiftly in her direction among the shrubbery.

Even though she couldn’t make out who it was exactly, she could sense the panic in him. After all, even

his voice was trembling.

Something flickered in her gaze. Seeing as the man was quickly approaching her, she closed her eyes

and hurled herself off the cliff.

“Josephine!”

Lewis was a step too late. He reached out, but his hands closed around nothing but air.

“President Alvarez!” Conrad, who was sprinting after Lewis, shouted, and his eyes widened in shock as

he saw the president jump off the cliff after Josephine.

“Oh, my God! Oh my fucking God!”

Conrad charged forward, rolling and crawling as he reached the cliff’s edge. He extended his arm but

failed to grab hold of Lewis-just like Lewis had failed to grab hold of Josephine.

Yet, unlike Lewis, Conrad did not have the courage to jump.

He lay sprawled on the cliff’s edge as his legs had betrayed him. Conrad’s gaze fixated on the pitch-

black void below. His eyes held a dazed and empty look.

The president–had jumped?

He’d really jumped off a cliff.

How deeply did one have to care about someone to have jumped off a cliff after them without the

slightest hesitation, even if it meant risking their own death?

The wind whistled in Josephine’s ears, making it difficult for her to open her eyes. Overhead, the lamp

she had placed on the cliff’s edge emitted a feeble glow, resembling a fading star that grew

progressively distant.

And right above her, she heard a familiar voice getting closer and closer to her.

Tears streamed down her face as she reached out, attempting to grab his arms.

She was wrong.

She had been so wrong. She should never have listened to Seth.

He would die for her. What was one company in the face of that?

Josephine had never dared to hope he would do anything for her, but now he was showing her how

much he truly cared about her through his actions.

How ridiculously wrong she had been.

She opened her mouth, using all of the strength she could muster. She wanted-she needed to force the

stale air that’d been bottling up within her for as long as she could remember out of her lungs.

She needed to break through that barrier.

Josephine opened her mouth, and the cold air rushed in. With all her might, she concentrated every bit

of air she had left in her chest.

“Lew-”

A hoarse and awkward syllable escaped from her mouth. It sounded very unfamiliar-so much so that

for one fleeting moment, Josephine did not know where the sound had come from.

A myriad of thoughts raced through her mind, but in mere seconds, she snapped back to reality,

abruptly jolted by the frigid chill that enveloped her, and water rushed into her nose. and mouth

incessantly.

The icy water flooded her vision, and the wool jacket she’d been wearing dragged her down as soon as

it was soaked through.

Josephine fought the currents, but the more she struggled, the faster she sank.

Amid her despair, a hand clamped down on her.

Josephine clung desperately, as if her life hinged on that solitary grasp, and held on to it as tightly as

she could.