Chapter 253 He Suddenly Appears
Matthew looked grim; he wasn't happy with the outcome.
Donovan walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You know Jenny's spoiled by me. She might just be messing around. Once we find her, it'll be fine."
Matthew, cold as ice, replied, "Then I'll mess with Jenny someday. Hope you're as chill then."
Donovan's eyes narrowed. "Matthew, what are you getting at?"
Matthew shot back, "I need to see her now."
He had to make sure Mary was safe before anything else.
Donovan pulled out his phone and called the butler. "Found her yet?"
The butler hesitated, "Mr. Johnson... we found her, but..."
Donovan pressed, "But what?"
Matthew heard a dog barking faintly. His eyes narrowed, and he dashed off.
Mary woke up to a dog's tongue licking her arm. She opened her eyes to see a furry face, feeling disgusted and alarmed.
She thought, 'It's a Tibetan Mastiff!'
Her face went pale. She lay still, not daring to move.
Jenny was cruel enough to throw her into a den of Tibetan Mastiffs. Did she want her dead?
Mary stared at the dog, anxious and scared it might bite her.
Her breathing got tense, and the dog bared its teeth.
Her face turned ashen as survival instinct kicked in; she got up and ran desperately.
The dog growled fiercely behind her.
Terrified, she ran, but there was a wall ahead.
She thought, 'It's over!'
Her heart sank, and fear took over.
She reached the wall, saw a stick, grabbed it, and turned to strike.
The stick hit the dog hard, making it yelp and step back, but it looked even more vicious.
Mary gripped the stick tightly, staring at the dog, her throat dry with nerves.
'What now?' she thought frantically.
This place was for keeping Tibetan Mastiffs, so people rarely came here.
Jenny wanted her dead, so no one else would come.
Her only hope was for Matthew to realize she was missing and in danger. That might save her.
The huge dog paced, glaring at her, then pounced.
"Ah!"
Mary screamed, swinging the stick wildly.
A dull thud sounded. She saw Matthew rush in, tackling the dog, which bit into his arm.
"Matthew!"
Mary's voice trembled as she watched him struggle with the dog, her heart pounding.
Someone nearby shot the dog with a tranquilizer gun, hitting it five times before it collapsed.
Matthew's left arm bled heavily, but he ignored it and rushed to Mary. "Are you okay? Any injuries?"
