Chasing My Pregnant Wife

She didn't know this man well, despite him saving her and her feeling grateful toward him.

Even so, it didn't mean that he could raise such a ridiculous request.

"My motive is simple. Ten thousand dollars and a week of your time." Vincent leaned back casually against the chair and said, "Or you could just give me ten billion dollars." Rosalie said solemnly, "I don't have ten billion dollars."

"If you don't, then let's make it ten thousand dollars and a week of your time. If you can't afford either option, I'd have saved you in vain and I'll kill you."

His voice sounded like a rumble in the night, dangerous and with a tinge of wickedness.

He felt like a serpent hidden in the night, silently attacking his next victim in a way that made one shudder in fright.

Rosalie suddenly felt uneasy. She didn't know if it was in hindsight or because this man changed way too fast. He had just blocked a bullet for her at the risk of his life.

After coming here, he even let her drive his car off and gave her a gun for self-defense.

completely different person, one who

Vincent's eyes, as if

Since you blocked the bullet for me, why would you kill me? I don't know why you're saying something so ruthless, but whatever

that, Rosalie

food. I'm leaving this place now. My son is

it, and pulled out a pen and a post-it note, and scribbled her number

figure in mind. I won't shirk responsibility. But I really can't afford ten billion dollars. Even a kidnapper wouldn't ask for an amount they can't possibly

off

that, Rosalie turned

about to open the door when

"Ahh!"

stumbled a few steps back before collapsing on the floor with a

a few gunshot holes around the