Chapter 669 Matthew’s Held at Gunpoint
Castron had a relatively low population density, and there were even fewer people to be seen around them since they were on the outskirts of the city. The streets didn’t even have any street lights.
Veronica got out of the car, and she had to rely on their car headlights to see that there were three cars behind them and two in front of them. More than ten men pushed their doors open and got out of the five cars.
Someone who was in the van at the back was pushed out in a wheelchair. Veronica felt her heart sinking when she saw the person. “Matt?” she uttered.
“Hey, Veronica. It’s been a while.” A familiar female voice sounded in the crowd, and Veronica turned over to find Tiffany walking out from the group of men. She was dressed in a tight, black suit, and she had a bob cut that seemed to sharpen her features. She looked extremely foxy and seductive.
It was then that Veronica realized how she hadn’t seen Tiffany in more than a year. “Tiffany, why… Why did you kidnap Matt?” Veronica asked before sending Thomas a side glare. “What are you guys doing? Why didn’t you tell me that Matt got kidnapped?” she hissed.
Thomas felt sorry for himself. “I… I wanted to tell you, but Master Crayson didn’t allow me to. Furthermore, they all said that they were looking for Young Master Matthew already.
Telling you about it would only make you feel more worried.” Matthew, who was sitting in the wheelchair, spoke to her with the use of his limited sign language. ‘I’m fine. Don’t blame him for it.’
“What do you mean you’re fine?! You got kidnapped!” Veronica growled.
“Oh, you lovebirds are making my eyes well up with tears.” Tiffany walked over to Matt and held onto the handles of his wheelchair before looking down at him. Then, she turned to gaze at Veronica.
“To watch your lover turn into a disabled and ugly man without an arm… He’s even mute now. Ah… how heartbreaking,” she uttered. “Let go of him!” Veronica wanted to protect her husband. “You can just come for me if you want to do anything.”
“Go for you, huh? Hahaha. Don’t worry. Neither you nor Matthew are going to be free from my attacks!” Tiffany had come up with a detailed plan before meeting Veronica today. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the guts to kidnap Matthew just like that.
“I didn’t want to meet you at first, but we’re siblings, after all—I wanted you to know what was going on before you died, just so that you could find peace in your afterlife.” Tiffany sounded extremely arrogant as she spoke.
All of a sudden, she grabbed onto Matthew’s hair and pulled a gun out to hold it against his temple. “Kneel down, or I’ll kill him now!” Tiffany growled.
Matthew was in a wheelchair, but his limbs were tied down, so he was practically no different from a farm animal that could be slaughtered at any time. He couldn’t even protest when Tiffany grabbed his hair.
“Let Young Master Matthew go!” Thomas felt rage building up in his chest. He pointed a gun toward Tiffany, but all of the men around her immediately directed their weapons at Thomas.
“Hahaha…” Tiffany had never felt so good in her life—she was pleased to see how helpless her enemies were. She pointed the gun at Matthew’s left leg before shooting it once. She didn’t hesitate for even a second before firing.
Bang! The gunshot was extremely loud, and it scared off the birds in the trees around them. “Ah…” Matthew let out a cry of agony. His entire body was trembling as he was in a lot of pain. “Look at that. What sort of man did I fall for in the past? Was he as cowardly as this?” Tiffany continued tugging on Matthew’s hair.
“Back then, you heartlessly sent me to the hospital for an abortion, and you didn’t allow me to get any anesthesia for it. You even got others to shame and embarrass me. Do you know how much I hate you, Matthew? No, I don’t just hate you—I also hate Veronica!”
Tiffany’s emotions were starting to get out of hand, and she was acting on impulse at this point. She pointed her gun toward Matthew’s right knee before firing twice. “Ahhh…” The man was in so much pain, yet all he could do was twist and turn in the wheelchair as he cried out in agony.
