NovelEnglishChapter 640 They thought it was Greg's fiery temper that finally ticked off Sam.
And the mere thought of seeing Greg bite the dust was too delightful for words.
Then they'd sweet-talk Jane into handing over the Myers family's fortune before getting rid of her too. Talk about hitting the jackpot.
But what they saw was Greg, gun in hand, aiming at Sam.
It was like the world had turned upside down.
The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife by the riverside.
Only Greg, the cause of this whole mess, seemed relaxed, one hand casually tucked in his pocket.
But that was just a facade. Without a sight of Jane, every nerve in his body was on edge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm gonna ask one more time, where is she?" Sam raised his hand, signaling everyone to lower their weapons.
Taming someone like Greg was tough, but that only made him more desirable to conquer.
"I'll take you to her." Sam's smile returned as he led Greg into the woods, not even worried about the gun in his hand.
Because without laying eyes on Jane, Greg wouldn't just kill him.
But Sam had miscalculated.
That shot from Greg was actually a signal to Gary's guys.
He could've taken out Sam right there and then and still gone after Jane.
But he needed to ensure the plan's integrity, to extract himself cleanly from this twist of fate.
And above all, he couldn't bear to be a husband or a father with blood on his hands.
Mark forcedto finish my meal, but it wasn't long before I threw up everything.
This time, Mark didn't offer water or show concern. Instead, he draggedto the back of the cabin, where a helicopter waited. Everything felt rushed and wrong.
That confirmed it forthat shot had something to do with Greg.
I couldn't leave.
If I did, findingagain would be next to impossible for Greg.
I clutched my stomach and leaned against a tree, “I feel sick." Mark's face darkened, his patience.
wearing He reached out to paway but foundgrippin tree tightly.
The bark was rough and dry against my skin.
| Forcingwould surely cause injury.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Jane," the Mark looked at me, resigned, "Do you really not want to cwiththat badly?" "I...” Protected my stomach, not wanting to leave, yet fearing to provoke him, "Mark... you and e I was still searching for the right words when something whizzed by, landing near my feet.
"Get your filthy hands off her!" Hearing that familiar voice, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. "Greg!"
I saw him approaching, trying to break free from Mark's griptorum to him
But Mark's grip was like a vice. My wrist hurt, but I couldn'Doreak free. As Greg got closer, noticing the red marks on my skin, he raised his gun.
Mark pulledin front of him, his voice dark, "Go ahead, shoot."
Mark was beyond reasoning, desperate to takewith him, m consequences be damned. His eyes were filled with malevolence, "Sam, did I ever t you not to trade her for him?" Sam spread his hands, "I was threatened too, didn't you notice?" Mark scoffed, clearly not buying a word.
This was Sam's turf, the idea that Greg could intimidate him was ludicrous.
Mark spoke calmly, "Show yourselves." People emerged from the forest in an instant, surrounding us.
I was still struggling, trying to get to Greg.
But Greg frowned slightly, shaking his head atwithout making a sound.
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