Chapter 187 I'm Going to Kill You!
Mary didn't overthink it. She dialed 911, but her phone was snatched away!
"You figured it out?" The driver's cold voice cut through the air.
Mary's vision blurred. She tried to open the car door, but it was locked.
"Who... are you?" she asked, pinching her thigh to stay awake.
The driver glared at her. "You forgot me? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been in prison!"
A realization hit Mary—Roy!
Mary mused, 'He is the guy Matthew had investigated!
But I didn't know him. Why is he doing this?'
Mary stayed calm. "Is there a misunderstanding? What do you want? Money, a car, a house? My husband is Matthew Montagu from the Montagu family in Lindwood City. He's rich."
"I'm going to kill you!" Roy shouted, flooring the gas pedal.
The force slammed Mary into the seat. Dizzy and with blurred vision, she tried to speak, but the scent's effect knocked her out.
At the hospital, Laura watched Matthew by the bedside, her anxiety fading.
He still cared about her. He wasn't even answering Mary's calls.
"Matthew, when are you divorcing Mary?" Laura asked weakly.
Matthew, focused on his documents, didn't react to Mary's call. "Soon," he said coldly.
Joy flashed in Laura's eyes. "Matthew, I love you. We'll be happy together."
Matthew stayed silent, flipping through his documents.
Laura admired his handsome face, thrilled at the thought of becoming Mrs. Montagu.
Matthew's phone rang again. He glanced at it—Michael was calling.
Laura sighed in relief.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Montagu, there's an urgent video conference," Michael said.
"Okay, I'm on my way."
Matthew hung up and looked at Laura. "Get some rest. I'll be back tomorrow."
Laura nodded. "Okay."
As Matthew left, she clenched the bedsheet, then called someone. "Hello, last night's incident won't be discovered, right?"
"No, he cares about you a lot now. Seize this chance," the person replied.
"I understand," Laura said, hanging up with a sigh of relief.
Outside the hospital room, Matthew's eyes were cold.
As he stepped into the elevator, he dialed Mary's number. An automated message played, informing him that the call couldn't be connected.
Matthew frowned and pondered, 'What's going on? She had just called me. Why is her phone off now?'
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