Love's Perfect Match

"Very well. If that's your choice, then you will suffer the consequences," Arthur hissed.

He was disappointed. Elspeth just twisted the knife of despair even deeper into his heart. However, before he could say anything else, he started choking on himself. Callum was tightening his grip on Arthur's throat, blocking his windpipe.

The explosion was done by Callum's men to distract Arthur. They finally caught up to Arthur's car and smashed the door open. They were relieved to see Arthur pinned down. The man in the lead dragged the driver out of the other car and tossed him over to Callum.

"Got him, sir."

"Don't kill me. I did nothing, I swear!" Thinking that he might die that night, the driver almost pissed his pants.

"I won't kill you." Thinking that it was inconvenient to keep his hold on Arthur's neck, Callum swiftly took the knife and held it against his throat. "You're worthless, anyway." Callum looked at the driver.

"Yes, yes. Please spare me." The driver knelt on the ground, shivering in fear.

Angered by his driver's cowardly performance, Arthur shot him a venomous glare. "You useless oaf."

shut, though he

stop Elspeth's bleeding, but no matter what he did, the blood wouldn't stop. Her lips were getting paler by the second. There's no time to lose. Callum ordered, "Strip the driver bare and toss him somewhere crowded. As for Mr.

in the lead chuckled and rubbed his hand. "No problem, sir. I know what to

took Elspeth to his car.

the leader of the gang turned his attention to the stubborn Arthur and slapped the man. It wasn't a hard slap, though Arthur felt humiliated.

the same treatment half an hour ago. And now, it's my turn. Arthur hated this, but he couldn't do anything about it. If he tried anything stupid, the men would humiliate him even more. Thus, he smirked politely. "What's so good about him? You're wasting your

in the face. "Shut it. Do

the blood off his lips and continued, "I'm just trying to be nice. Working for him has

promises mean nothing. I don't care about your money. Money and fame aren't my dreams. And besides, Mr. Winthrop is way better than you. You might scapegoat us one day. Getting backstabbed isn't exactly a good job

and they pinned Arthur and

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helplessly as the men stripped the driver bare. Then, they stepped on Arthur like he was trash. His coat was creased, and his collar was torn. Arthur looked like he had just gotten beaten

in the lead chuckled and rubbed his hand. "No

and the driver into east and south Damoria. Even though there weren't many people out due to the rain, there were still some who noticed Arthur.