Chapter 1790

Sasha faltered as she demanded, "W-What do you mean? Make me your wife? I already have a husband."

Jasper chuckled. "Oh, I know. Matthew, right? Don't you worry. You won't have a husband anymore after tonight, because he will die for sure."

Sasha panicked when she heard that statement. "What did you do to him? I swear, if you so much as lay a finger on my husband, I-I'll call the cops!"

He guffawed. "You're feisty! I like that in a woman."

She was incredulous, but just as she was about to pull out her phone to call the cops, Gregory rushed up and snatched it out of her hand. "Mrs. Damron, I don't want to hurt that pretty face of yours, so please indulge me. It will be a shame if I have to break something as gorgeous as you." A malicious chuckle escaped him as he said this.

Sasha was about to retort when she caught Macon standing in the corner of the room. Suddenly, all the color drained from her face as she finally realized who these men were. "I-I'm not afraid of you. Tiger is patrolling the area as we speak. I suggest you leave before they come in and take you all out." She was trembling beneath her false bravado. She knew how vicious these men could be.

Gregory snorted. "Tiger? Hah! He'll be dead by the end of the night."

Jasper flicked his wrist impatiently and barked, "Let's stop wasting time here! Which one here is Matthew's sister? Snap a few pictures of her and send them to Matthew. Once he hurries back, we'll kill him on the spot!"

Gregory sneered and reached to grab Natalie by the arm.

Sasha hastily pulled Natalie behind her and snapped, "Leave her alone! You call yourselves men? How dare you pick on a little girl!"

Gregory scoffed. "So what if she's a little girl? She's still Matthew's sister, and by virtue of that, she has to die, too!" A menacing look registered on Gregory's features as his arm darted out to grab Natalie.

Then, a loud boom sounded from the living room window. Before any one of them knew it, the glass shattered to the ground. A figure bolted in and dashed over to Sasha's side, then delivered a blow in Gregory's direction. He reacted in time to deal a clumsy blow right back, but the impact from both their strikes colliding mid-air sent him staggering backward.

The air cleared, and Gregory took a good look at the burly man guarding Sasha. It was none other than Ambrose of Woodside.

Blanching, Gregory barked, "Ambrose! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in a meeting at the Times Hotel with Matthew?"

Matthew paid him no mind and merely sauntered to Sasha, smiling as he asked, "Are you alright, Sasha?" New chаpter avąilable on Drаmanоvels.cом She clutched his arm and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. With you here, I know I have nothing to worry about."