Chapter 68
I froze solid.
Having dealt with the dead for so long, I almost forgot.
In this world, the living were far more terrifying than the dead.
“Who are you? What did they send you here to do?“>
Perhaps Marc’s voice sounded hoarse because he had been unconscious for too long. There was also a hint of fatigue.}
I was about to scold Marc for being blind.
Suddenly, I remembered that we hadn’t seen each other for ten years.
I knew nothing about what Marc had experienced during that time.}
I was even more unsure whether he was the person I knew at the beginning.}
As I hesitated, Marc abruptly ripped off my mask. He stared at me, his breathing hitched for a moment.
Then, without another second’s delay, he pulled me into his arms.
“Lexi Brooks, it’s you? Are you here to save me?”
“Save you? Aren’t you the richest man’s only son? Why would you need me to save you?“}]
I pushed Marc away, annoyed.
“Your family paid $8000 to have me get you an heir. If they knew you weren’t dead, who knows how thrilled they’d be.”
“But let me make one thing clear first: our line of work has rules. I don’t do ‘heir–getting‘ for the living, so don’t you dare lay a hand on me.“}
At my words, a bitter smile spread across Marc’s handsome face.
“You’re overthinking it.”
“It wasn’t someone else who attacked me. It was my own father. If he finds out I’m still alive, not only I but you too, will both end up buried
in the Hernandez residence.”
Thinking of the seemingly benevolent Flynn Hernandez.
I found it hard to believe such a person would harm his own flesh and blood.}
As if sensing my doubt.”
Marc quietly began to explain.
It turned out that Flynn’s surname was not Hernandez but Coleman and his name was Flynn Coleman.
He’s a self–made man who started from scratch in a small, rural town.”
He married into the Hernandez Family, changed his surname and acquired his current fortune only then.
The real Mr. Hernandez had passed away years ago and Elena didn’t concern herself with the company’s affairs.
After establishing himself in the company, he and Marc wanted to return to their original surnames.}}
“I disagreed and argued with him a few times. In a fit of rage, he attacked me.“}]
Marc pointed to the top of his head.
Sure enough, there was a wound from a heavy blow.
But it had been there for so long that the blood had dried.
Plus, Marc’s hair was long. If you didn’t part it and look closely, you wouldn’t notice it at all.
My face twitched unconsciously.
Marc sighed and continued.
“Afterward, to cover it up, he grabbed my hand and cut my wrist, faking a suicide.”
“Luckily, I learned a few breath–holding techniques from you years ago, which is how I managed to fool them.”}]
Marc’s words stirred distant memories.}
Back then, I had just come out of the village and hadn’t yet found my footing in the big city.
One day, while looking for work, I met the impossibly handsome Marc Hernandez.
He said his name was Derek Nelson and he was a security guard.}
Seeing that I was quick and nimble, he introduced me to a cleaning job.
A security guard and a janitor.
It was a perfect match, truly made for each other.
We quickly got together.
Once our relationship was stable, I boasted to him that I was the eighteenth–generation successor of Morzantia Corpse Herding.
Marc thought I was boasting.”
Feeling a bit competitive, I taught him a few basic survival chants.
One of which was the breath–holding technique, used in case a corpse turned violent while being transported.
I never imagined it would actually come in handy here.!
