The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

Chapter 354 Go to Hell Together

John, however, seemed to be on his guard. When Marco threw the chair at him, although he couldn't

escape, he immediately pulled Jillian, who was standing next to him, in front of him.

If Sarah hadn't fallen to the ground, he wouldn't have pulled Jillian to stop the chair.

"Ah!"

Jillian didn't expect John to use her as a shield. She wasn't prepared for it and the chair hit her on the

head. Julian screamed out loud and passed out.

"John, are you a man? You use a woman as a shield!"

Marco was so angry and panicked when he saw he had hurt someone else. Although he didn't think

Jillian was a good woman, she bore no grudge against him.

John, regardless of Jillian's injury, stepped back and grabbed Sarah by the hair. He had a small sharp

knife in his hand, and put it against Sarah's face. "If you take one step to me, I'll destroy that beautiful

face."

Marco, who wanted to rush up, immediately stopped in horror.

John glared at Marco coldly and said, "I thought you would always be a coward. I didn't imagine that

you can't stay calm like now. How does it feel to bear it for so many years?"

Both Marco and Sarah looked blank.

"You... You know all about it...?"

Sarah stared at John in astonishment, forgetting that a knife was against her face.

She didn't dare to get close to Marco and always kept an arm's length away from him. When did John

find it out? It sounded like he had found out about it long time ago.

John gently tapped Sarah in the face with the small knife and laughed mockingly, "If you don't want

others to know, you'd better not do that! If not for the fact that you two didn't do anything wrong over the

years, and Eliza could not leave you, I would kill you both."

If someone truly loved you, you didn't need to say anything or do anything when he knew all the things

about you just by a glance. Although Sarah and Marco had never dared to make any actions in front of

John in these years, John had already known everything by the way they looked at each other.

But he didn't reveal them.

The torture and abuse to Sarah over the years, outside of his perverted nature, were more or less

retaliation against Sarah's cheating on him.

Looking at John's knife against Sarah's face, Marco felt worried. Even though he was angry, he could

only calm down at the moment and begged John, "Don't hurt Sarah. She is not wrong. I like her and

keep pestering her. It has nothing to do with her."

John sneered, "Is this a cover up for her? Or are you afraid that I might cut her face? Your love is no

different from mine. We both love the pretty face, aren't we?"

"No!"

"Don't compare you to me," Marco barked, "You don't have the right to say love. You'll never see how

beautiful Sarah is inside. You don't know how superficial you are and keep changing women every

day."

John retorted, "So, you love her inner beauty, then you don't mind if she's disfigured, do you? I'd better

give her a cut or two, and see if you'll still love her as you said."

John's hand moved as he spoke. It cut a long gash across the left side of Sarah's face. The red blood

oozed out.

"Ah..."

"John, you are a maniac..." Sarah cried in pain, accompanied by a furious growl from Marco, who tried This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

to rush forward.

"Don't move, or the next cut won't be on her face."

John laughed so loud that he held the small knife against Sarah's throat.

Marco stopped and watches John in horror, not daring to breathe.

In the sober state, Marco believed that John absolutely did not have the courage to kill Sarah, but at

this time, John was drunken. He looked crazy and out of mind. In this case, Marco believed that John

would do what he said.

But at this moment, Sarah was not afraid. She gave Marco a faint smile with blood on her left face, and

said to John, "That's enough. I really have had enough. Just kill me, if you die when I die, let's go to hell

together!"

With that, she leaned forward, and without hesitation, slammed her throat against the knife in John's

hand.