Billionaire's Stubborn Slave Wife novel Chapter 213

Silent space, no half-hearted sound, not even the sound of breathing heavily, the room's atmosphere is very eerie.

Two men of equal stature are sitting opposite each other. Quietly looking at each other, the murderous aura shot from their eyes, enough to make every creature in the room, give up the desire to survive.

"Matthew, you're still as unfazed by things as you were a few years ago."

Finally it was Chopped Hate who broke the eerie atmosphere.

Matthew's thin lips rose slightly, hooking up a wicked smile.

"But you have changed, you are no longer the man who needed my help, now you, but the latest boss of the Air League, I believe that sitting in this position, for you, is definitely a handful."

Matthew picked up the glass in front of him, tilted his head and drained the red wine inside, an elegant gesture that made the chopped hate sitting across from him lick his lips.

This subconscious action gave Matthew an urge to vomit in disgust.

"Chopped Hate, as always your interest has not changed in any way, but I Matthew will definitely not be the dish you are talking about."

"Ha, ha, ha." Zhan Hate laughed out loud. The falcon-like black pupils were filled with a strange light. Locked tightly on Matthew's body, not leaving for a moment.

"Matthew, don't be so sure about everything. When I met you on the street in a foreign country, I knew that you were the one I had been struggling to find, and with my rights plus your Yin's Group, we could definitely start an era of our own."

Matthew's body stiffened, and a sinister gaze shot out of his eagle eyes. Thin lips hooked up a sinister arc.

"Chopping Hate, listen carefully, I don't care how much you have accomplished. I also don't care how many people's blood you have stained with these achievements, all I have to tell you is that in this life I will never have anything to do with you, this pervert, and I feel disgusted to see you."

Matthew stood up and looked at Chopped Hate with a disgusted look on his face. No one in the world would have thought that the god of the underworld in their minds, the new master of the number one foreign gang, was actually a gay man who didn't like women.

"Matthew, the more you reject me like this, the more it increases my desire to conquer you. I tell you, in this life, there is no man that can escape my palm, and you, Matthew, are destined to belong to me. You are so unwilling, I can start with the people around you."

Matthew's hand, clenched into a heavy fist, struck hard at Chopper Hate's handsome face. A dangerous aura emanated from his body.

Chop Hate easily avoided the resulting blow. Throwing a provocative glance at Matthew, he then tangled with him.

"Young master, don't fight, Miss Mian'er fell down from upstairs."

Zheng, who had just received the call, risked his life and rushed to the middle of the two men to tell Matthew the news he had just received.

"Chop hatred, if you dare to lay your hands on someone close to me, I promise I will die with you."

After saying that, Matthew turned around and left the booth.

"Young master, shall we chase them out?"

The butler who had been behind Chopper Hate asked in a soft voice.

Looking at Matthew's dashing back, Chopped Hate's eyes revealed a touch of greed.

"That Mian'er woman thing will be enough to keep him busy for a while, and all I have to do is go to Lauren, and only she, can get me Matthew."

A fox-like, cunning smile lifted up on Chop Hate's face.

Matthew made his way to the hospital as fast as he could.

"What the hell is going on here? How are you taking care of Mian'er?"

Matthew took out all of his anger on the maid who was taking care of Mian'er. The danger bursting out of the eagle's eyes, the maid's whole body trembled with fear, her face pale as she looked at Matthew.

"Matthew, I ...... I'm fine ...... don't blame them, I fell down the stairs because I didn't notice it myself."

Mian'er's plea for mercy made the maids' faces look slightly better, and one looked at Mian with gratitude.

Looking at the feelings on the maids' faces, Mian'er's eyes bottom, flashed a glow of triumphal punishment. What a foolishness, just a simple little ploy, let them completely obey me, servants are servants, can never be a superior person in life.

"Are you really okay?"

Matthew looked at Mian Er uneasily.

"I'm fine, the doctor said it's just a scrape on my arm, rest for a few days and I'll be fine, Matthew, where were you just now, why did I call your phone, I couldn't get through?"

Mian's words again made Matthew think of the way Chop Hate looked at him, and his hands clenched into fists.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Matthew's clenched, heavy fists made Miane realize that something wasn't quite right, and she hurriedly placed her small hands on Matthew's fists as she struggled to sit up from the bed.

"Mian'er, do you remember chopping hatred?"

Matthew looked tentatively at Miane, not missing any change in her face.

"Chopping hatred?" Mian Er cocked her head and thought for a moment.