Chapter 69 The Great Life Yet to be Enjoyed
The man, astonished, widened his eyes in shock and said, "I've talked. Why are you doing this to me?"
Sam coldly replied, "We will let you go, but not in one piece. Do it!"
In the car, Mary looked around anxiously.
It wasn't until she saw Matthew's tall and straight figure emerge from the abandoned warehouse that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When Matthew got into the car, she asked, "Did you get anything?"
Matthew replied, "Yes."
Mary leaned in immediately and asked, "Who wants to kill you?"
There had been a distance between them, but she suddenly closed in, and her faint fragrance enveloped him.
Matthew lowered his gaze, his dark eyes falling on Mary's face. He suddenly recalled her crying until she choked.
"Are you not scared anymore?" he inquired.
Mary replied, "Of course I'm scared, but I want to know who's behind all this. It's better to be prepared."
"Prepare for what?" Matthew asked.
Mary sat back, her eyes shimmering, and said, "Running away at any moment. I don't want to be implicated by you."
The interest in Matthew's eyes vanished instantly.
"Too late," he said, closing his eyes.
Mary fell silent.
So, was she going to die?
What should she do?
She hadn't even moved into the massive Ranch-style house, hadn't spent any of her thirty million dollars, and hadn't even begun to enjoy her good life.
She sighed.
Matthew glanced at her coldly. "You're not dead yet. Why are you sighing?"
Mary replied, "Isn't it almost time?"
Matthew was at a loss for words.
Soon, Sam came out, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. When he reached the car, he took a deep drag, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out before opening the car door and getting in.
"Mr. Montagu, it's all taken care of."
"Good," Matthew responded, continuing to rest with his eyes closed.
Mary asked, "Is the man dead?"
"I do nothing illegal," Matthew replied.
Mary wondered, 'isn't vigilante justice illegal?'
At the Johnson's estate, a servant respectfully knocked on Jessica's room door and said, "Ms. Johnson, there's a package for you."
Jessica was puzzled, "I didn't order anything."
The servant explained, "But your name is on it."
Jessica took the package, examined it carefully, and then opened it. As soon as the box was opened, she screamed!
"Ah!" Jessica exclaimed.
The servant saw it, too, and collapsed to the ground in fright!
"What's wrong?" Jessica's parents asked as they rushed out, and they saw a severed hand that had fallen out of the box, which was still bleeding, looking extremely terrifying!
Jessica ran into the arms of her mother, Susan Johnson. She cried, "Mom, help! I'm so scared."
Susan was also shaken and then turned to Jessica's father, Enrique Johnson, asking, "What's going on?"
Enrique's expression was grim, and then he thought of something. He turned to Jessica and asked, "Did you do anything to Matthew?"
"No," Jessica tried to deny.
Enrique could tell from her expression. "The truth!"
Startled, Jessica quickly said, "I try to scare him. He doesn't respect our family."
Their butler at the Johnson family wasn't someone Matthew could dismiss at will.
