Chapter 18 Threat

On the busy road, a black Mercedes-Benz was racing at its highest speed, leaving other cars far behind.
A team of police cars were chasing after him with the siren on.
"Shit!"
Clinton hit a fist on the steering wheel, and the car horned sharply immediately.
It was that woman who used Charlize's phone to call him just now.
What did it mean "You must make sure both John and Eddie are safe, otherwise, I won't promise if Charlize would be safe."?!
Go to hell! She dared to threaten him!
Obviously, he didn't teach her lessons for too long!
Clang!
A sudden huge noise sounded!
The door made of real wood was kicked open!
"Charlize!"
Upon the door was open, his anger was about to boil to the extreme.
"Owwwww..."
In the far end of the bedroom, Charlize was tired up completely with something clogged in her mouth, frightened and helpless with head at his direction, keeping on shaking.
While at her side, Sandra was standing in a black jacket dress.
There was a silver tiny pistol in her left hand.
It was pointing at the door where Clinton was standing.
Clinton was about to burst into riot.
"Sandra, didn't you want to kill me for long?"
He rushed towards her in anger.
Her gun was loaded. She opened her pink lips and uttered two words calmly.
"Don't move."
"Are you insane? Put it down!"
Clinton paused for a second but raced even faster to her angrily.
He stretched his hand to snatch her gun.
Sandra closed her thin lips tightly.
A faint sigh from her.
"Why must you force me?"
Afterwards, her delicate hand triggered the gun without hesitation, in front of his angry eyes.
Click!
Clinton was frozen with unbelievable look in his gaze at her, furiously.
He felt his shoulder was painful.
"San... dra.."
He still tried to grab her uncompromisingly, but he couldn't help but falling into darkness with his eyelids were more and more heavy.
When he was awake, he had no energy in his body.
Darkness around.
A calm female voice came faintly.
"You are up? "
Clinton got fully awake immediately and got heated up too.
"Bitch! Do you want to die!"
What a betrayal!
He got up swiftly, getting ready to snatch her thin neck!
The next moment, he used up all his energy and fell to the bed.
Heavy and angry breathing.
Click! The light was on.
Sandra looked pale and beautiful, expressionless.
"The anaesthetic works still, so that you shouldn't do any exercise."
He was panting, gazing at her fiercely.
"How dare you drug me?"
He remembered still the pain wasn't caused by a normal gun, but a drug gun, before he fell into coma.
She shot him?
That woman was unbelievable!
Sandra was next to him, sighing.
She looked at him seriously.
"Can't you just let my brother go? Or just give him 3 years for the Wilsons to recover?"
That time she even didn't address him as "Sir" and her stubbornness surprised him.
In a second, he brushed the trivial stuff behind him and gritted his teeth.
"You dream it."
"... Did I?"
She lowered her eyes and replied two words after a long pause.
Then she looked up at him as if she had made a decision.
She smiled vaguely.
"But unfortunately, it was not up to you."
She took a deep breath and lowered her body to touch his handsome face under his watching with killer's eyes.
Her action was tainted with memories and gentle regrets.
She said slowly.
"Charlize is in my hand. If you want her to be safe, you have to agree to me."