Chapter 328

I tried to calm myself, offering a faint smile. “Mr. Galatea, this isn’t a good place to talk. Let me go back, and we can have tea another day, okay?”

Matthew chuckled and nodded. “Well, you’re right. This definitely isn’t a good place to talk.” He finished speaking and winked at me.

My heart sank. Before I could react, two bodyguards flanked me. My heart tightened. I looked at Matthew anxiously. “What do you want?”

Matthew turned his jade thumb ring and smiled. “I want to take you to… a better place to talk.” His tone was meaningful, his eyes aggressive.

Panicked, I wanted to call Reynaldo. However, before I could open my phone, the bodyguards snatched it. I was rudely shoved into a car. I panicked and tried to get out, but the door was locked. Matthew quickly sat down. He looked at me with a mocking smile as I pulled at the door. He chuckled, “Ms. Duffy, I advise you to behave. Although I, Matthew, am very considerate, I don’t like disobedient women.”

“What do you want?” I asked firmly.

He chuckled, blowing a smoke ring. “When we get there, Ms. Duffy will naturally know.” I turned away, trying to create distance. Further struggle seemed futile.

I tried to calm myself. I had no quarrel with Matthew; he’d abducted me, presumably to deal with Reynaldo. At tonight’s dinner party, although he cooperated with Reynaldo, he remained unconvinced. He was probably retaliating against me for Reynaldo, aiming to regain momentum. He might have even kidnapped the wrong person—shouldn’t he have kidnapped Kimberly?

The car drove smoothly for about half an hour, stopping before a luxurious villa. Matthew exited first; his bodyguard then pulled me out. They dragged me inside.

I asked Matthew, “Is this your house? Why did you bring me here?” He didn’t answer, striding into the house. He poured two glasses of red wine, handing me one.

I shook my head hastily. “Sorry, I can’t drink.”

Matthew sneered, handing the glass to a bodyguard. Suddenly panicked, I said urgently, “No, no, I really can’t drink alcohol…” I tried to run, but the bodyguards restrained me. Another bodyguard approached, holding the wine. I struggled, but it was useless.

Matthew sat on the sofa, watching me expectantly. He took a sip of wine and smiled. “I am a very vengeful person. If you don’t give me face, I will naturally find a way to get it back…”

“No, Mr. Galatea, listen to me.”