Jim pushed away the woman sitting on his lap, picked up the glass of wine on the table and drank it all, his voice was a little low, there was also some indifference, “Yo. What’s this wind blowing our President Grant here too?”
Matthew’s eyebrows gradually wrinkled up.
This was not the first time he had confronted Jim.
There was a time before, but Matthew spared Jim for the sake of his childhood friendship! However, that didn’t mean that Jim could continue to do whatever he wanted!
“Get out.”
Matthew simply spoke coldly, and Jim’s brow furrowed.
This was his own turf, so why should Matthew say whatever he wants!
He was really fed up with all the aura that had been shrouded by Matthew since he was a kid, and now he was coming into his room to give orders.
Jim narrowed his eyes dangerously, “Matthew, it’s you who should get out.”
“I’ll say it again, get out.”
Matthew was like a born king, carrying an innate aura that no one else could do anything to ignore.
Several women stumbled out, not even daring to look up at Matthew.
Ten seconds later, the room fell into silence.
“Bang!”
Jim hadn’t reacted or even seen how Matthew had struck! There was a sudden darkness in front of his eyes. The next thing he knew, he was already pinned down on the couch by Matthew …
Matthew learned to fight as a child, boxing, everything boys like he played, so when the fists fell like rain, Jim, an uneducated male child was basically defenseless!
“Ah! Gu … Matthew, you’re … killing people!”
Jim only felt the fist like rain falling on his body, the pain of his five senses are distorted, the same heart of fear also spread again. At that time Jim was Matthew beaten into the hospital, fear like a tidal wave will cover him up.
But Matthew is like an emotionless machine, just repeating those actions.
Like a raging machine, but silent.
I don’t know how long it took, but the only thing left in the room was the sound of two men panting one after the other.
…
Blanca felt a little blocked inside.
She couldn’t say what was going on.
Blanca sat on her bed, curled up on her legs, holding her phone.
Wilson said he would send her a video file, but she hasn’t heard from her yet.
I should have left him a phone call.
“Buzz!”
The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, Blanca’s just-silent eyes instantly regained their luster and became energetic, she lunged over and picked up the phone on the bedside table, opened it, and sure enough, a file was sent over.
It was from Wilson.
“Here’s the video you asked for, no thanks.”
There was a line of text underneath the file, and Blanca was of course very grateful. She held back her excitement and sent a thank you anyway, before running to Matthew’s study – Matthew had long ago given her the password to his study, and there was a laptop in the room for her to use.
Blanca hurriedly opened the computer and transferred the files to it, she hoped, to get some evidence.