Chapter 332

He raised his hand, touched the scratch, grinned, and said, “It really looks like a little wildcat, strong enough!” After saying that, he bent down to kiss me. I felt a wave of fear and nausea, so I quickly reached for a bottle nearby while he wasn't paying attention. I smashed it on the coffee table and held the shards against my neck.

Matthew frowned deeply, then chuckled lightly, saying, “Trying to scare me, huh?” I pressed the sharp fragments closer. I looked at him coldly and said, “I am not afraid of death, really, but Mr. Galatea, you need to think carefully. Although I am not important, I am Reynaldo’s ex-wife.” If I were to die in your arms, do you think it would negatively impact you?

Of course, this is your territory; you can do whatever you want. But don’t forget, in your position, many enemies are watching. “It doesn’t matter if I die, but if Reynaldo, or your competitors, use this to suppress you, do you think you can remain unscathed?”

Matthew squinted at me; in his sharp eyes, I saw the shrewdness of a businessman. My heart trembled; my words seemed to have affected him. I hurriedly said, “Mr. Galatea doesn’t need just any woman, so why risk everything over a trifle?”

“Yeah, why did you follow Reynaldo instead of someone else?” Matthew smirked.

I said in a low voice, “I didn’t have to follow him, and I didn’t want to depend on any man. I just wanted to live my own life, plain and simple, peacefully and steadily.”

“Plain and simple? Peaceful and steady?” Matthew chewed on the words, a hint of mockery on his lips. I didn’t know what he meant. I tightly gripped the bottle neck, the sharp glass against my neck, not daring to relax.

I said, “Mr. Galatea, if you want to play, you’ve got the wrong person. You don’t want me to die in your hands and bring bad luck upon yourself, do you?”

Matthew stared darkly and chuckled, “But I still think you can’t do it; after all, people are afraid of death.”

“Is that so?” I pressed the broken bottle against my neck again. A stinging sensation came, and I felt blood flowing.

Chapter 332

I stared at Matthew, trying to remain calm. At this moment, no one could save me; I could only gamble. Matthew was genuinely afraid I would commit suicide in his home. I locked eyes with him for a long time, and finally, the lust in his eyes faded.

After a while, he straightened up and moved away. I quickly sat up but still didn’t dare to let go of the bottle. Matthew lit a cigarette, took a puff, and smiled, “I didn’t expect Ms. Duffy to have such a strong personality.”

I got up from the sofa, carefully watching him, my steps moving towards the door. I told him, “I came with Mr. Humphrey to facilitate cooperation with Mr. Galatea.”