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."

mouth shut, though he

on him. He quickly 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…

in the lead chuckled and rubbed his hand.

Elspeth to his car. Then, he drove her to

the man. It wasn't a hard slap, though Arthur felt humiliated. "What are you looking at, punk? Do you

had received 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.

finish his sentence, the man punched him in the face. "Shut it. Do you think I care about

"I'm just trying to be nice. Working for him has no future. But if you work for me, I

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

look, and

regret this! Everyone who crosses

me, sonny. Daddy's waiting," the

his men burst into

stepped

chuckled and rubbed his hand. "No problem, sir.

end, the men 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