Chapter 13
Damien and Julian exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked at Matthew, remaining silent.
“Mart, how’s your injury? Damien asked with concern.
“Much better,” Matthew replied in a low voice.
“Don’t worry. Black Hawk has been eradicated. Daring to cross us was their ultimate mistake,” Julian said, his tone carrying an edge of menace.
Matthew gazed at them but felt an inexplicable unease in his heart.
“I’m going out for some air,” he said and got up, heading toward the door.
“What’s up with Matt? He seems off,” Damien said thoughtfully.
“Yeah, he’s never been like this before,” Julian agreed.
“You guys have no idea. Matt’s caught feelings,” Quentin teased.
Julian spat out the wine he had just sipped, spraying it all over Quentin’s face, and Damien burst out laughing at the sight.
“Julian!” Quentin gritted his teeth.
“Sorry,” Julian said, though his tone was far from apologetic
“Hmph, I’m done tallang. If you’re so curious, ask him yourself,” Quentin grumbled.
Damien and Julian exchanged another look, both clearly uninterested.
The group stood up and followed after Matthew. Their r private room was on the highest flour. Matthew stood there, motionless, staring intently ahead.
While the group was puzzled, they noticed a fat middle–aged man chasing an injured woman below
“A young lady coming to a place like this is like a lamb entering a den of wolves,” Quentin commented.
“When did you start getting so compassionate?” Damien said calmly.
“Yeah, haven’t you had your share of bodies as well?” Julian said coldly
“What about you, Matt?‘ Damien asked, tuming to Matthew.
Matthew remained silent, his gaze freed on the stumbling figure below…
Suddenly, his phone rang.
“Hello,” Matthew answered, his voice cold.
“Mr. Yorke, we’ve been following Ms. Albright. She went into a nightclub and hasn’t come out yet,” Vetro Yorke reported over the phone.
Hearing this, Matthew exuded a bone–chilling coldness.
Damien, Julian, and the others immediately realized something serious had happened, their earlier joking demeanor vanishing.
“What did you say?” Matthew’s voice was icy, like frozen steel
“Ms. Albright went into a nightclub, Vetro repeated nervously.
A sense of foreboding surged in Matthew’s heart.
“Stop right there, you wretch! Just wait until I catch you!” Abraham shouted furiously.
Nelly ran for her life, desperate to escape this nightmare of a place. Her body grew weaker as the effects of the drug caused her to burn with unbearable heat
Seeing the nightclub’s exit ahead, she rushed toward the stairs, her body battered and bruised.
Spotting his bodyguards nearby, Abraham shouted, “Catch that woman!”
As the man closed in on her, she missed a step and tumbled down the stairs. Her frail body rolled down, landing at the bottom of the staircase.
Completely drained, Nelly lay there, staring up at the brilliant crystal chandelier. For the first time in her life, her heart was consumed by deep hatred.
Matthew, standing on the balcony above, recognized that familiar face and figure. His phone slipped from his hand. He punched the metal railing hard and sprinted down the stains
“What’s wrong with Mart?” Damien asked, a trace of nervousness in his voice,
“I’m not sure, but it must be something big,” Julian said seriously.
“Oh my gosh, could there really be such a coincidence?” Quentin muttered under his breath.
“What’s going on? What do you mean? Damen pressed.
“This is bad–really had. Do you know who that young lady is? Quentin pointed at the figure lying in the lobby,
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“She’s just another woman selling herself for money, isn’t she?” Julian sald mockingly.
“No!” Quentin said, nearly breaking down. “That’s the woman Mathew swore to protect”
Dumien and Julian stared at Quentin in shock.
“You… What did you say?” Damien asked.
“He swore,” Julian repeated each word deliberately.
“I’m not wasting my time explaining. I need to get down there. Otherwise, who knows what Matt might do,” Quentin said, already running toward the Tobby.
“We’d better check it out too,” Damian said coldly.
“Yeah,” Julian agreed with a nod
Nelly lay there motionless, wishing she could escape this world and this place.
Abraham, panting heavily, reached her and delivered a vicious kick to her side.
“Still running, huh?” he spat, grabbing her roughly.
Before he could drag her away, a voice filled with murderous rage echoed behind him, sending chills down his spine.
“Let her go.” Matthew’s voice was cold and violent.
Abraham, terrified by the sound, immediately dropped Nelly to the floor.
Matthew rushed forward, catching her in his arms. Seeing her battered body, he was overcome with both pain and fury.
“Nelly, I’m sorry. I came too late,” Matthew said, his voice heavy with guilt.
Quentin, Damien, and Julian arrived in the lobby, shocked to see Matthew cradling Nelly so carefully.
Nelly glanced weakly at the familiar mask. She gave him a faint smile and passed out
“Nelly, Nelly!” Matthew called out, his voice filled with anguish.
“Uh, Matt, maybe let me take a look at her,” Quentin suggested cautiously.
Matthew gently handed her over to Quentin.
“Take care of her. I’ll bring her back to Baycrest Villa later,” Matthew said gravely.
“Okay,” Quentin agreed.
Damien and Julian exchanged complicated glances at Matthew. Meanwhile, Quentin took Nelly to a private room to rest before returning to Matthew.
Matthew had declared he would take Nelly back to Baycrest Villa, where his medical kit was, to examine her properly.
Matthew stared at Abraham with a murderous gaze, looking like a demon from the depths of hell.
Abraham, never having seen such an intense presence, collapsed to the floor in terror.
Matthew drew a gun from behind him and began to toy with it slowly.
“N–No, no Abraham stammered in fear.
“No one who harms Nelly deserves to live,” Matthew said mercilessly.
Damien and Julian shivered at his words, while Quentin remained calm.
Abraham’s eyes were locked on the gun. He lay on the floor, too scared to move, afraid his life would end then and there.
