Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 889 - : Do You All Want Money, or Your Lives?
Chapter 889: Chapter 889: Do You All Want Money, or Your Lives?
The answer was, absolutely not!
But right now, aside from saying “yes”, did he have any other choice?
“No?” Seeing his hesitation, Baron Stuart pressed on once again, and the gun at his forehead pressed a bit closer.
“Yes, yes, of course! I was just kidding with you, of course you can leave,” said the Director, while in his mind he was calculating a different plan.
As long as he let go of him, there would still be plenty of chances to kill him!
However, Baron Stuart had already seen through his thoughts, and with a slight smile, said, “Then I will trouble Director Humphrey to see me out.”
With these words, Baron Stuart, keeping Director Humphrey in hold, stepped out of the Repair Garage one step at a time.
It wasn’t until they were outside the door that he let go of Director Humphrey, allowing him to walk step by step, back to him, towards those black-clothed people.
However, just as Director Humphrey reached the precise middle between him and the black-clothed people, Baron Stuart spoke faintly, “He didn’t have time to pay you the money, I’ll pay it.”
At these words, everyone was still somewhat dazed, not understanding the meaning behind his sudden declaration.
But before the crowd could react, they heard a gunshot—bang!
Director Humphrey, just about to understand the meaning behind his words, was about to turn around when Baron Stuart shot him through the brow, and he instantly fell to the ground!
Watching the sudden turn of events before them, the hired assassins were slightly stunned.
Looking up at the imposing man opposite them, they saw that he had already discarded the gun in his hand and was calmly watching them, “How much does he owe you?”
The assassins looked at each other for a few seconds before one of the leaders replied hesitantly, “Two… two million.”
Baron Stuart pulled a checkbook out from his leather armor, a fountain pen which he rarely carried with him these days because of the pen Emily Walker gave him—it had become a habit to carry it every day.
With a few swift movements of the pen, he casually tore off a check, “I, Baron Stuart, do not give people second chances, choose money or your lives.”
He held the check between his fingers, waiting for those assassins to make their choice.
Eyeing the check in his hand, the assassins hesitated before one of them slowly stepped forward and took the check from his fingers.
Then turned back to the others and said, “We’re leaving.”
Nonsense, they were assassins to make money, Director Humphrey was dead, and the Young Lord was willing to pay the rest of the money, why would they not take it? Besides, even if they could kill Baron Stuart, no one would pay them the remaining money. If they failed, they might even face a fatal danger, a loss far outweighing the gain!
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Watching the group of assassins disappear into the night, Baron Stuart’s lips curled slightly, and then he turned and left.
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Time slipped away second by second, the New Year’s fireworks had long ended, and at 2 AM, Leonardo Bryson, Emily Walker, and Bella Stuart returned to Stuart Manor, at this time, all three of them wore faces that were slightly heavy and worried.
Although the lights were on at Stuart Manor, Zachary Stuart and Vivian Ferguson were already asleep.
“I’ll go check the Room!” Seeing no one in the Living Room, Emily Walker ran up to the Second Floor, but after entering the Bedroom, she felt a wave of disappointment.
She returned downstairs, somewhat out of it, and Bella Stuart met her, “My brother hasn’t come back yet?”
Emily Walker shook her head absently, her anxiety growing within her.
She helplessly lifted her head, looking at Bella Stuart, her voice somewhat helpless, “What should we do? He must be in trouble, otherwise, he wouldn’t be away for such a long time…”
