CHAPTER 450: CHAPTER 446: AT WORST, A LIFE-AND-DEATH STRUGGLE (2)

Christopher Smith’s face turned ashen after hearing Henry Johnson’s words.

Could it be that the Oliver Johnson he always trusted truly used him as a tool to threaten others?

Seeing their expressions abruptly change, Henry Johnson knew his goal was achieved and even pretended to guarantee Oliver Johnson not to worry before hanging up.

"I’ve signed the entrustment letter, you can release the person now." Asher Land’s voice was chillingly cold. Though he appeared somewhat disheveled, his inherent arrogance and nobility remained undiminished.

Henry Johnson naturally couldn’t stand Asher Land’s arrogance.

"President Land, this matter can’t just end so easily. Letting you walk out upright seems unjust for my brothers, doesn’t it?"

With a signal from him, three bodyguards stepped forward. Two held him up while the other started punching and kicking Asher Land.

Sophie Smith’s voice was hoarse, unable to utter a word. Asher Land was so close to her, yet so far away. She desperately wanted to go to him, yet was so powerless.

Asher Land never glanced at her. He was afraid of seeing the sadness and despair in her eyes.

Even if he gave up the shares of Hush Sky, so what? Even if he’s battered, so what?

As long as she is safe and unharmed, Asher Land is willing to die for her!

He fell into a pool of blood, struggling to keep his eyes open, afraid that if he closed them, she would disappear from his world.

Sophie Smith was freed, and it seemed Henry Johnson was ready to back down.

She rushed to Asher Land, lifting him and letting him lean in her embrace.

"Asher Land, Asher Land..." She could only call his name repeatedly.

"I’m fine..." Right now, he truly didn’t want to see her tears.

Henry Johnson ordered someone to release Christopher Smith; he got the share transfer letter but didn’t intend to let Christopher Smith go. He knew Asher Land would reckon later, but as long as Christopher Smith was beside them, Asher Land wouldn’t act rashly.

But as the bodyguards untied the rope binding Christopher Smith and were about to take him away, Christopher Smith did something insane.

Seizing an unguarded moment, he ran to the edge of the water tower.

Sophie Smith, sharp-eyed, saw his action and was instantly panic-stricken.

"Dad, what are you trying to do?" Every nerve in her body tensed up.

"Little Sophie, your father doesn’t want to be your burden anymore. Anyway, I don’t have long to live, if I die it’s over, you won’t have any concerns about me anymore."

"Dad, please don’t do anything foolish, okay?"

Just as Sophie Smith intended to stand, the bodyguards also moved forward; they wouldn’t let Christopher Smith be taken away by Sophie Smith and Asher Land.

Just as they were all about to draw near, Christopher Smith’s lips curled into a despairing smile, and his body leaned backward, falling down...

Everyone present was stunned, did Christopher Smith really commit suicide by jumping off the building?

Asher Land’s eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. Looking at the terrified woman before him, his heartbeat slowed for a half beat.

She stood there, eyes hollow, motionless.

A gentle breeze blew her dress, scattering her hair, everything seemed to come to a standstill.

Supporting himself with both hands, he stood up from the ground, walked to her, and embraced her frail body, burying her head into his chest.