Chapter 189 Don't Make Me Repeat
Roy's eyes gleamed with malice as he suddenly lunged at Mary's face.
Outside, it was pitch black, but moonlight lit up one side. The knife caught the light as it was raised.
Mary's heart raced. She yelled, "If you're gonna kill me, at least tell me why!"
Roy paused, smirking coldly. He ripped off his mask and hat, yanking Mary's hair. "Look at me. Don't you remember?"
Mary's head was forced back, her eyes widening as she stared at Roy.
Roy had sharp features. He might've been handsome once, but now his face was twisted with rage and malice.
Mary felt no recognition. She truly didn't know him.
Seeing her confusion, Roy slapped her again. "You ruined my life! If it weren't for you back then, I'd be living it up abroad!"
He didn't want to waste more time. He raised the knife again.
Just then, the factory door was kicked open. Blinding car lights flooded the space, and a sports car roared in!
Roy was stunned. He hadn't expected anyone to show up so soon. Panicking, he let go of Mary and bolted.
The car door opened, and someone chased after him. But Roy knew the area well and quickly vanished into the bushes.
Mary struggled to stand. A hand grabbed her arm, startling her.
"It's me," Robert said.
Mary looked at him, her cheek swollen and red. "Robert, you saved me again..."
Robert sighed. "Sorry, he got away. Who was he? Why was he after you?"
Mary shook her head. "I have no idea."
She couldn't understand why she was always so unlucky.
Robert said, "Let's get you to the hospital."
Mary winced in pain but didn't refuse. She let Robert help her into the car.
As they were about to leave, another car sped toward them, stopping right in front.
The lights were so bright it looked like daylight.
The car door opened, and dozens of bodyguards emerged, with Matthew leading the charge.
Mary's expression froze.
Robert muttered, "Couldn't he wait until we got to the hospital?"
Mary stayed silent, watching Matthew's tall, imposing figure.
Matthew walked up to the car, noticing Mary's disheveled state. His brows furrowed deeply.
He opened the car door on Mary's side. "Get out."
Mary didn't look at him. "What do you want?"
She was still so cold toward him.
Matthew felt a surge of frustration, his face growing colder. "Get out. Don't make me repeat it."
A chilling aura surrounded him.
The night wind blew, but it wasn't as cold as the vibe he gave off.
Robert sneered, "Mr. Montagu, if you can't protect Mary, you should divorce her and let someone else do it."
