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

to lose. Callum ordered, "Strip the driver bare and toss him somewhere crowded. As for Mr. Winthrop here… Well, he's the president of Bluestone Corp. Can't humiliate him too much. Strip him bare and step on him. Then, toss him somewhere really crowded." Then, Callum added, "Also, toss them into

lead chuckled and rubbed his

nodded and took Elspeth to his

turned his attention to the stubborn Arthur and slapped the man. It wasn't a hard slap, though Arthur felt humiliated. "What are you looking at, punk? Do you really think you're high and mighty?

it's my turn. Arthur hated this, but he couldn't do anything about it. If he tried anything stupid, the

sentence, the man punched him in the face.

just trying to be nice. Working for him has no future. But if you work for me, I can give you riches

it. Your 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.

and they pinned Arthur and the

regret this! Everyone who crosses me

sonny. Daddy's waiting," the

his men burst into

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

the lead chuckled and rubbed his

there weren't many people out due