Chapter 172
“Seriously?” Allen was skeptical.
I was fuming “Yes, seriously! Hurry up!”
Thrilled to bits, Allen scrambled to untie the ropes binding me.”
But as I was about to enjoy my freedom, someone abruptly grabbed my arm from behind. Before I could even resist, I felt the cold metal against my temple. Having watched my fair share of crime dramas and war movies, I knew it was the barrel of a gun. My body tensed up, and I dared not move, letting the man pull me to my feet.
“Mr. Ferguson, stop it, or there’ll be trouble with Mrs. Ferguson.” The moment the person behind me spoke, I recognized the raspy voice.
At that point, his men were mostly down, clearly outmatched by Bryant and his crew.
Bryant stopped and smirked coldly, “You’d have to be a fool to think I’d let you harm her. None of you are leaving this place alive if you dare lay a finger on her.”
The raspy–voiced man faltered, trying to sound tough, “But, Mr. Ferguson, your stance, it doesn’t seem like you’re planning on letting us go.”
“Kidnap my wife, and I have to show you the ropes. Otherwise, you lot will start thinking you run the place.” With a calm and cold demeanor, Bryant straightened his disheveled shirt and walked over. He had a sense of control and strategy about him.
As he approached step by step, the man holding the gun trembled. “Don’t come any closer!“>
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