When she saw the familiar name on the screen, her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
This was the only person capable of standing up to Travis, but he had already abandoned her. Would he even answer if she called?
Luana hesitated for a long time, ultimately lacking the courage to make the call.
She knew Cline's personality well. He never looked back on things he'd grown tired of.
If she called to plead with him, it might be misconstrued as her clinging on.
Since she had decided to leave, she shouldn't disturb him anymore...
In the following days, Luana had a key duplicated and picked up some medication from the hospital that she needed for her treatment.
Her attending physician advised her to be hospitalized, waiting for a suitable heart donor, but Luana refused.
She had undergone artificial bypass surgery for her heart condition, which had improved her condition to some extent.
However, ever since she was kicked in the heart twice five years ago, her condition began to show signs of failure again. Despite continuous infusions and drug treatments, her condition continued to deteriorate.
In the past few months, she had even exhibited symptoms of late-stage heart failure, such as edema and difficulty breathing.
Luana was well aware that her life was drawing to a close and no longer hoped to wait for a suitable heart.
The medications she picked up were for pain suppression and reduction of edema.
She had loved cleanliness and beauty all her life. She couldn't bear to die too ugly at the end.
She casually grabbed a handful of pills, swallowed them indiscriminately, and put the previously purchased pepper spray and stun gun into her bag.
She couldn't think of any better solution, so she chose to fight Travis to the death.
If it came to it, they would go down together, and neither would come out unscathed.
After preparing everything, Travis sent his assistant, Gary, to pick her up.
Luana, carrying her bag, got into a Maybach.
She thought Gary would take her directly to Travis's house, but instead, he took her to a shopping mall.
Several stylists and makeup artists surrounded her, styling her waist-length wavy hair and applying exquisite makeup.
An expensive evening gown, as if tailor-made for her, was flawlessly dressed on her body.
Coupled with a diamond necklace worth tens of millions around her neck, she appeared noble, elegant, and fresh.
Looking at her bright and beautiful self in the mirror, she felt very strange, not like herself but like Runa.
If Cline saw her like this, he might think she was deliberately imitating Runa.
She gave a self-mocking smile, her expression somewhat bitter.
After the transformation was complete, Gary took her to the Nightfall, the most famous luxurious entertainment venue in Los Angeles, where only the rich and powerful stepped foot.
Its main feature was the ultimate protection of privacy. There were no surveillance devices here, and even if there were, obtaining surveillance data was extremely difficult.
Many wealthy young people were keen on indulging in this place, with many indecent behaviors.
Travis choosing such a place was likely an attempt to corner her.
The thought of being violated made Luana's heart race, like an elevator ascending rapidly.
As the elevator was about to reach the top floor, she barely calmed down, clutching her bag tightly, following Gary out of the elevator to the suite door.
Gary took out a VIP card, swiped it, and the luxurious automatic door opened.
As the door opened, the ambiguous light poured out, and soothing music echoed in her ears, which surprised Luana.
According to common sense, Travis's preferences should lean towards nightclub styles.
However, the decoration here was high-end, fresh, and elegant.
Even the music was not as deafening as ordinary nightclubs but was quite pleasant.
While Luana was looking around at the entrance, a broad and strong hand suddenly encircled her waist.
Travis pulled her into his arms, leaned down, and kissed her cheek, whispering, "Baby, you are so charming today."
A strong sense of disgust welled up in her heart, almost making her vomit. She turned her head, trying to avoid his intimate actions, but inadvertently caught sight of the man sitting in the sofa area.
He was wearing a white shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing a very charming collarbone.
His rolled-up sleeves showed strong and firm forearm muscles, and his well-defined fingers held a high-footed glass.
The red wine in the glass shimmered with a blood-like brilliance under the dim light, just like the eerie red gaze he fixed on her.
Luana never expected Cline to appear here and was stunned.
She originally thought Cline and Travis were not in the same social circle.
After all, Moriarty Group, as one of the top tycoons in the United States, firmly controlled the economic lifelines of the entire country.
In contrast, Elan Group was just a local business giant in Los Angeles and paled in comparison to Moriarty Group.
She never thought that two such different people would meet in such an entertainment venue in private.
Luana was immediately relieved that she had not called Cline that day.