Chapter 174 I Am Here to Apologize

Cruz still gasped for air. He still couldn't utter for a moment.

When he was just strangled, he was really scared because of death. But suddenly, he came up with an
idea subconsciously to keep himself alive.

"Just say it! Come on!" Timothy urged as she was quite anxious when seeing him still gasping.

"Just…just wait a minute!" Cruz was an old man in his fifties. He needed more time to breath smoothly
again.

"Are you fucking lying to me?!" Timothy grabbed his shoulder hard with a fierce expression.

He acted totally different from a moment ago when he faced Bright, who trembled with fear.

The law of jungle always applied in the world with no exception.

"Of course I don't dare to lie to you!" Cruz took a deep breath and then continued, "Just chill out and
listen to me. I can't guarantee that you can definitely bail yourself out. But it is still possible with 50%.
And everything depends on you now."

"What's more, just pretend to be poor and abused. And drop your pride and self-esteem to get
sympathy as much as you can!"

"No matter how the consequence will be, I hope you can just let me go."

Cruz was really threatened as he was almost strangled to death by this mad man. He couldn't afford to
perish along with him.

"Okay, I will let you go as long as I think it works. Besides, if it really works, you will have my award!"

Timothy deemed it quite fortune enough even if it was just 50% of success, "Then just tell me!"



Cruz told him everything that he just came up with. Upon hearing, Timothy's eyes seemed to glow with
hope again.

"Okay, that's all I could do. And now everything depends on you, sir." Cruz robbed against his aching
neck with lingering fear.

"Okay!" Timothy nodded, "Okay, you can leave now."

Cruz was overjoyed upon hearing that. He immediately hurried out of the room.

Timothy sat on the sofa to relax himself a bit. He then went into the bathroom to spruce himself.

Soon, he dressed up and returned to be a gentleman.

He left the hotel and then drove to the Branch Company of YM Group in City H.

Timothy parked the car and walked into the hall of the building. He then came towards the front desk,
"Excuse me, I am Mark Fan. Is Miss Rose Linder free now? I would like to have an appointment with
her."

Timothy chose to tell the name of Mark in case Rose refused to meet him.

"Okay, a moment please." The front desk lady called Rose, "Miss Rose, a gentleman named Mark Fan
want to have an appointment with you. May I have your schedule?"

Rose, who was working on her draft in the office, was quite surprised to hear the name of Mark.

Though her grandma once asked her to have a blind date with Mark, they hadn't even met each other
actually. When her grandma was about to rearrange the date, she was then informed that Rose was
married to Bright. So commonly speaking, her grandma wouldn't schedule a date for her.



Perhaps her grandma forgot to inform Mark that the date was cancelled. And he drove to meet her
today?

Rose raised her arm to take a look at her watch, It was 10:10 AM now.

"Miss Rose, are you there?" The front desk asked as Rose still remained silent.

"Yes. Just let him wait here. I will be right downstairs five minutes later." Rose thought for a while. She
still deemed it necessary to explain to him in case there would be any misunderstanding. She didn't
want mark wrong her grandma for breaking the appointment. Nor did she want Bright to be jealous of it.

At the thought of the aggrieved and jealous look of Bright, Rose couldn't help laughing.

Rose put down the phone. She took a deep breath and stoop up. She smoothed her clothes and
walked out of the office. She even checked her appearance in the mirror in the elevator.

When Rose got out of the elevator, she walked towards the front desk, "Where is Mark Fan?"

The front desk lady pointed at the one standing outside the door, "There he is."

Rose looked at his figure, feeling quite familiar. She then stepped forward. And the man slowly turned
around.

When Rose met him face to face, she saw him clearly it was Timothy, not Mark. She immediately
turned around to walk away with a cold face.

Though she hadn't met Mark before, she knew his face from a photo shown by grandma.

"Miss Rose, wait!" Timothy strode forward to stop her when seeing her leave.



"What are you doing, Timothy!" Rose took two steps back to stay away from him, "Here is my
workplace! Don't mess around!"

"Miss Rose, I have no evil intention and I am here to apologize to you." Timothy bowed to her with
respect, "I am so sorry for what I have done to you. Please forgive me!"

Rose was rendered speechless and stunned by his move, "What…what are you doing? Mr. Timothy, I
need to work. And I don't have time to play with you."

Rose carefully bypassed him and was about to leave. But Timothy stopped her and still bowed to
apologize.

The front desk lady and other staffs all looked at them curiously. Some of them even started to gossip.

Rose had no choice but to ask the security guards for help, "Sir, could you please get Mr. Timothy out
of here?"

The guards knew Rose. So they walked to Timothy and said, "Mr. Timothy, please leave here. Or I am
afraid we need to get you out with force."

"I am just here to apologize. Believe me, I have no bad intention." Timothy deemed it unnecessary to
be driven out as he didn't mean to harass her.

The guards had to drag him out. Timothy still struggled, "Miss Rose, I won't leave until you forgive me
today!"

Timothy was driven out and he couldn't come in as the guards still stood in front of the door. He could
only stay outside the building.

"Just stay if you want!" Rose turned around coldly, leaving him alone with other's gossip.



"Miss Rose, don't leave, please! You can't just see me dying!" Timothy kneeled on one knee.

He had no choice but to kneel in front of the building, trying to win more sympathy. He wanted to
pressure on Rose by those onlookers. That was the only way for him to gain pardon.

He only had mere hope as long as Rose forgave him.

After all, Bright valued her so much. Only Rose could spare him the chance of survival.


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