My Waste Husband

Chapter 199

After dashing all the way down to the 14th floor, this place was no longer covered in smoke. Henry took a deep breath, held Sylvia to the window, and pinched her philtrum hard.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds.

Time passed slowly, but the woman in his arms did not move at all.

Henry was a man who did not cry out in pain even after being shot in the body. At this moment, tears were streaming down from his eyes.

Breathing in a large amount of poisonous smoke was different from normal diseases. If Sylvia had been in a coma for a long time, even if he, The Conqueror, would not be able to change the situation!

If Sylvia died in front of Henry like this, he would never forgive himself!

"Sylvia! Wake up! Sylvia!"

Henry pinched Sylvia, opened her mouth, took a deep breath and did artificial respiration for her.

The woman's lips, which were originally ruddy, had become dry and cracked, without any colour on them.

At present, Sylvia only felt tired, really tired. She had no strength to move, no strength to speak, and even no strength to open her eyes. But she could hear that a voice was constantly calling her. This voice was the person she missed when she was in despair.

She tried hard to open her eyes, trying to tell this person that she could hear him.

Looking at the silent woman in front of him, Henry couldn't help but shed tears.

When he was in the most desperate moment, she appeared in front of him like an angel, bringing him hope that he could live in that cold winter. When he was tortured by illness, it was also her who helped him defeat the disease and survive.

Since many years ago, Henry told himself that he did not live for himself, but for this woman.

But now, standing at the peak of the world, he could overlook the entire world. He could be called the Conqueror and he could keep a person alive. He could be called Satan for irrigation by others. But, in comparison to the gods in this world, now he could watch her with his own eyes, unable to do anything.

"Wake up!" Henry roared, took a deep breath, and exhale the air into Sylvia's mouth again.

This breath was like a magical power, passing into Sylvia's body from her mouth. The woman slowly opened her eyes and saw the man lying in front of her, whose face was wet by tears.

"You... kissed me?" The woman let out a soft voice. A look of panic appeared on her little face.

This subtle sound came into Henry's ears, like the sound of nature. He looked at the woman in front of him in surprise and then held the woman in his arms.

"You're fine! Great, great!" Henry was incoherent. "You scared me, scared me!"

Sylvia looked at Henry, buried her head in his arms, and said, "You fool."

Holding Sylvia in his arms, Henry slowly walked down the stairs from the fire passageway. At this moment, firemen also picked up the lengthened fire pipe, rushed into the building, and began to put out the fire.

When Henry walked out of the building with Sylvia in his arms, there was a cheer outside the building.

Secretary Lee's eyes were filled with joy, and she was so excited that she burst into tears.

Just now, Henry climbed up from the 17th floor alone and then jumped down with Sylvia in his arms. Everyone had witnessed it.

Sam looked at Henry, who was holding Sylvia in his arms and could not say a word.

Chan glared at Henry angrily and said, "Damn it, this good-for-nothing stole the moment!"

The ambulance had arrived here a long time ago. The doctor rushed to Henry at once with a few nurses. He put Sylvia on the stretcher and put the oxygen mask on her. In this case, Sylvia might fall into a coma again at any time.

Henry's whole body was dirty because of the smoke. He took a towel and wiped his face casually.

Wade had come here early. When he saw Henry, he handed him a piece of clothes.

Henry put on the clothes, walked to Cathy and asked, "What's going on? Why did the building suddenly catch fire?"

Cathy replied, "It's a manoeuvre."

"A manoeuvre?" Upon hearing the word, Henry instantly thought of a possibility.

"Yes." Cathy nodded. "President Lin's friend, Sam Nan, needed the building for manoeuvre."

"Sam Nan!" Henry's eyes instantly focused, and a cold light flashed at the same time. He looked to the side where Sam stood there fully armed.

A surge of violence came to Henry's mind. Regardless of the many armed elites standing there, he strode over and shouted, "Sam Nan, fu*k you! Get the fu*k out!"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Henry's voice was so loud that it sounded like a mixed bell, and it reached Sam's ears.

For a moment, Sam and the people around him all looked at Henry.

"Henry, what are you shouting about? I'm telling you, speak with respect!" Chan warned Henry, pointing at him.

Henry ignored Chan and strode toward Sam with clenched fists.

A manoeuvre! What kind of manoeuvre would be put on fire in the densely-packed area?! If he came back a few minutes late and encountered two more red traffic lights on the way back, what would it happen?

"Sam Nan! I ask you to get lost! Do you hear me?" Henry roared at Sam.

"Henry, didn't you hear me? I told you to speak with respect!" Chan walked toward Henry. He was already in a bad mood. This time, the superior would definitely check out the case. At that time, he would be punished. It would be troublesome for him. Why did Henry come to make trouble? If he hadn't married Miss Lin, how could this kind of thing have happened?

Chan had nowhere to vent his frustration. Now when he saw Henry, he wanted to use him as a punching bag.

"Henry, stand still! Don't move!" Chan reached out and stopped Henry.

"Get out of my way!" Henry pushed Chan away irritably.

"Dare to fight back? How dare you!" As soon as Chan saw Henry, he stretched out his hand and was happy. He threw a punch at Henry's face. He had wanted to hit Henry for a long time, but today he finally found a chance to fight back.

Chan thought that his punch would definitely knock the good-for-nothing in front of him to the ground, but he was wrong.

Facing Chan's punch, Henry held it and twisted it hard. The exaggerated force twisted Chan's arm in reverse, and Chan could not help crying out in pain.

"Get out of my way!" Henry pushed Chan aside and walked to Sam.

Chan, who had been subdued by Henry with one move, felt a burning pain on his face.

"Henry! How dare you assault the police! It's impossible!" Chan took out a pistol from his waist, stepped forward, and pointed it at the back of Henry's head.

Henry suddenly stopped. He didn't even turn his head, and he knew what was on the back of his head.

At this moment, Henry's tone completely changed!

If there was contradiction, it was totally different from pulling out a gun.

"I advise you to put away the gun!" Henry's tone was as cold as the coldest wind in the coldest month of the year.