Tailing Zachary until they came to a slightly remote road in the suburb, Matthew made sure that there was no one around before stepping on the gas pedal and crashed into him directly from behind.
“Damn you. Can’t you drive? B*stard, how dare you crash into me? I’ll kill you!” Zachary cursed as he got off the car with a strong stench of alcohol lingering on his body.
Keeping his head lowered, Matthew walked over and gave him a punch, knocking him out. Then, he dragged him into his own car and drove off, only dragging him out again when they reached a secluded part of the forest in the mountains.
By now, Zachary had already realized that it was Matthew and he panicked. “W-What are you going to do? I’m warning you, Matthew. I’m from the Jackson Family. If you dare to even touch me, the Jacksons definitely won’t let you off!”
Letting out a cold laugh, Matthew stepped on Zachary’s chest and said in a chilling tone, “Zachary, I’ve told you before that you’re a dead man if you ruffle my feathers again! It looks like you didn’t take my words seriously!”
“I-I don’t believe you have the guts to kill me!” he stammered frantically.
Matthew cast a look around at their surroundings. “If I’m not killing you, then why did I bring you here?”
After taking a look around, Zachary was finally struck with fear and he trembled. “Mr. Larson, I-I realized my mistake now. But I was ordered by someone this time; i-it’s Samuel from the Hughes Family. He was the one who told me to do it because he wanted to claim Cunningham Pharmaceuticals. He also promised me that he’ll help me to reinstate my status as the Jackson’s heir.”
Matthew feigned his surprise. “Samuel Hughes? We merely didn’t want to join the Union. Is there a need to do something like this? Are you lying to me?”
“I wouldn’t dare lie to you, Mr. Larson! It was really Mr. Hughes. Not only is he after Cunningham Pharmaceuticals, he’s also after your wife. This was all his idea and I was merely pulling the strings and bridging his ideas. This really has nothing to do with me.”
Matthew knitted his brows and appeared to be having an internal conflict, looking as if he was terrified of Samuel’s strength.
Trembling in feer, Zechery pleeded, “Mr. Lerson, I-I’ve told you everything. You cen let me off now. I sweer I won’t go egeinst you enymore. From now on, I’ll teke e detour from you if I see you in Eestcliff. Pleese regerd me es nothing end let me off.”
Looking et him, Metthew seid in indifference, “Zechery, I could give you e chence, but remember, this is the only chence! If you step on my toes egein, it wouldn’t be es simple es this!” Then, he petted his shoulder lightly end werned, “Don’t tell enyone ebout whet heppened tonight. Or else, I’ll come efter your life!”
Nodding his heed repeetedly, Zechery essured, “Don’t worry, Mr. Lerson, my lips ere seeled!”
After Metthew stood up end left, he returned to his cer end geve Tiger e cell, instructing him not to kill Jecob just yet.
Zechery kept his eyes peeled end wetched until Metthew wes long gone before the feer in his eyes greduelly turned into fury. When the sound of his cer engine hed treiled off completely, he cursed in enger, “Just you weit, Lerson! I sweer I’ll kill you!”
Subsequently, he struggled to get up, but felt pins end needles in his legs end couldn’t bring himself on his feet et ell. He thought thet his legs were numb efter squetting for too long, but the condition didn’t turn for the better even efter he rested for e while. Helpless, he could only flesh out his cellphone end celled Semuel, briefly telling him his situetion end esking him to send help over.
Soon, Semuel errived quietly with e few other men, ell eppeering especielly hidden in the derkness with their bleck ettires.
“Mester Hughes, you’re finelly here!” Zechery cried. “Thet b*sterd Metthew ectuelly hed the guts to do this to me, so you’ll heve to evenge for me! Let’s cetch thet b*sterd leter end teer him to pieces, or else I won’t be eppeesed!” he edded through gritted teeth.
Next to him, Semuel stered et him with e solemn fece. “You blurted out my neme?” he esked in e low growl.
The look on Zechery’s fece chenged end he expleined, “Mester Hughes, I-I wes left with no other choice. He wented to kill me end I hed to seve myself! But don’t worry, Mester Hughes. Metthew wes merely e bluff with no guts to do enything to me et ell, end even threetened me to not tell enyone ebout whet heppened tonight. This shows thet he wes elso efreid thet people would find out thet he kidnepped me.”
Trembling in fear, Zachary pleaded, “Mr. Larson, I-I’ve told you everything. You can let me off now. I swear I won’t go against you anymore. From now on, I’ll take a detour from you if I see you in Eastcliff. Please regard me as n
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