My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: Let’s Go Back to Sleep

Getting harassed like that ruined any mood for a stroll.

Cecelia Archer and Damien Vaughn had no choice but to return to the hotel.

It was one thing when they were outside, but back in the privacy of their room, they couldn’t help but be drawn to each other again.

Since they had nothing better to do anyway, they might as well continue what they were doing in bed.

Cecelia realized she had changed. She really had.

Why had she never noticed how intoxicating and charming Damien Vaughn was before? Now, she couldn’t get enough of him.

The two of them spent the entire time wrapped up in each other, forgoing food and drink, until Ryan and the others returned from work. Only then did Cecelia reveal her plan.

After contacting the local police and getting a good night’s rest, she and Damien Vaughn set out onto the streets again the next day.

They had been under surveillance for a full 20 hours. Seeing the couple emerge, the other party grew anxious.

At an intersection, they impatiently bundled the two into a van.

Sacks were thrown over their heads, and they were driven to a secluded location.

After a long, bumpy ride, they were pushed out of the vehicle. Finally, they heard a familiar voice: Second Uncle’s.

"Take those things off their heads."

Light flooded their vision again. They were in an abandoned house.

Second Uncle sat squarely in the center of the room, surrounded by several tall, imposing bodyguards.

With an air of someone who had already won, Second Uncle sneered at them.

"Long time no see. Cecelia, you’re quite the runner. I didn’t expect you to have a secret reunion with your husband. But that’s fine. It saves me the trouble. I’ll just take care of you both here, together. At least you’ll have company on your way to the underworld. You can say your uncle did you a favor."

Cecelia feigned fear and asked what was going on.

"Second Uncle, Damien is your own nephew. What are you doing?"

"My own nephew? If you hadn’t reminded me, I would have almost forgotten. But what kind of nephew in this world backs his own uncle into a corner? If he hadn’t tried to leave me with no way out first, would I have gone to all this trouble? Damien Vaughn, I don’t bother those who don’t bother me, but I will strike back if provoked. Wouldn’t you agree?"

Damien Vaughn had no memory of his uncle at the moment.

But seeing the man’s expression and hearing his words filled him with disgust.

"I don’t know what I did to you before. I was attacked a while ago, and now I don’t remember anything. You hate me this much... it seems the person who attacked me last time was also arranged by you."

"You don’t remember anything? Heh, I went to all that trouble, spent all that money, and painstakingly arranged everything... only for you to suffer such a minor loss?"

At this point, his uncle didn’t bother hiding it anymore.

"That’s right, I arranged it. So what? I’ve long found you to be an eyesore. Everything was perfectly arranged last time, so we wouldn’t have to go through all this again, but who knew... Enough talk. Today is the day you die. Damien Vaughn, I trust your father is watching everything you’ve done from heaven. He’ll understand my actions. As long as you don’t resist, your uncle will let you go peacefully. Compared to you, I’m being quite merciful, aren’t I?"

Cecelia pretended to be nervous and clung to Damien Vaughn’s arm.

"Second Uncle, can’t we just admit we were wrong? If you let us go, we won’t interfere in your affairs anymore. Can’t we just run the Vaughn Group together? Do you really have to be so ruthless?"

"Scared now? It’s too late. Look at the man next to you. He doesn’t give a damn if you live or die. Not a hint of admitting fault. If you’re going to blame someone, blame yourself for being blind enough to choose a bastard like him!"

After speaking, Second Uncle waved a hand at his men, and they all swarmed in, surrounding the couple.

Each of them held an iron pipe, and every single one was big and burly.

Damien Vaughn wasn’t flustered at all. His eyes turned cold.

"Before I make a move, whatever you’ve said, whatever you’ve done, there’s still room to take it back. But once I make my move, there’s no turning back. Are you sure you want to take this step?"

’He’s about to die, and he’s still talking tough?’

Second Uncle didn’t believe one man could fight so many.

"Cut the crap! If I let you walk out of here today, then I’m your fucking grandson! What are you all standing around for? Get them!"

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