My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 933

Behind them, a fierce battle erupted. They were outnumbered by large, only Timothy left with Stanford, while the rest of the guards remained and fought them.

He only required a car to transport Stanford and the others to safety.

"There are cars in the front," Timothy, who was leading the way, exhaled a sigh of relief as he noticed a car passing by on the roadside.

Their injuries were so severe that Phoebe couldn't hold it any longer; if they had a car, they could at least get some rest.

"I'll go stop a car," Timothy said as he strode toward the roadside. It was a small side road beside the main road, and despite the fact that there weren't many cars passing by, Timothy was lucky enough to see one approaching when he arrived.

He immediately extended his arm in an attempt to stop the car, but it sped up and drove past him.

"What a heart-hearted man! He didn't even stop for a handsome man like me. The driver must be an ugly bloke," he grumbled to himself.

But he didn't give up and continued trying.

Stanford approached slowly and said, "It's useless, you need to force them to stop."

“Why?” Timothy was perplexed because, in his opinion, people were generally kind and willing to help.

Stanford was weak and refused to speak, so he stared silently at Timothy's clothes.

Timothy followed his gaze and noticed his shirt was blood blotted, making him look like a scary lunatic.

No one would ever stop for a person looking like this.

"Fine. So I have to be violent…" he said helplessly as he shook his head and managed to forcefully stop a car a few moments later.

The driver was a middle-aged man who got out of the car shuddering, with fear on his face.

"Please don't kill me, this is what I have, take it and let me live," the man begged as he took out all of his valuables.

Timothy was at a loss for words. This man misinterpreted him!

But he didn't explain; instead, he pushed him to the side and handed him a bank card.

"I'm buying your car with the two hundred thousand dollars on this card; leave immediately if you want to live."

Both Timothy's hands and the card were bloodstained; the man trembled even more while holding the card and cried out, "No, no, the car is free, take it, I promise I won't go to the police. Please spare my life."

Timothy took a deep breath, looked at him, and repeatedly told himself to calm down. "I'll kill you in the next minute if you don't get lost with the card!" Timothy couldn't hold back his rage anymore and shouted.

The driver was so terrified that he pissed his pants and nearly passed out on the road. Despite the fact that it was frightening, he did not waste a second and ran for his life without hesitation.

Timothy had his anger under control after the driver left, he opened the car door and turned to Stanford, saying, "Get on now, let's go."