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."

his mouth shut, though

pulled some tissues and tried to 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. Winthrop here… Well, he's the president of Bluestone Corp. Can't humiliate him

rubbed his

know you do." Callum nodded and took Elspeth to his car. Then, he drove

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? You're

about it. If he tried anything stupid, the men would humiliate

Arthur could even finish his sentence, the man punched him in the

backward before standing firmly. He wiped the blood off his lips and continued, "I'm just trying to be nice. Working for him has no future. But if you work for me, I can give you

dreams. And besides, Mr. Winthrop is way better than you. You might scapegoat us one day. Getting backstabbed isn't exactly a

men a look, and they pinned Arthur

regret this! Everyone who crosses

Daddy's waiting,"

men burst into

men. Guess there's no escaping this. He could only watch 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.

and rubbed his hand. "No problem, sir. I know

tossed Arthur 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. They huddled closer and whispered among themselves, wondering who