Chapter 479

“So, even though he is still being rescued, his position in this prison has been settled.”

After hearing this, Julianne’s face turned slightly pale, but she quickly said firmly, “Stop trying to scare me. What evidence do you have? Besides, Winston is seriously injured. I could sue you for that.”

“If anything happens to Winston, you guys won’t have it easy either.”

Anton tugged at his lip and said, “Madam, do you want to see the surveillance footage from that time? I can tell you clearly, it was me who shot Winston.”

“You, you…” Julianne’s face twisted with anger, “you despicable couple, just wait, I’ll call the police and have them arrest you. You better pray that Winston is okay, or else…”

“Hehe, you don’t need to call the police, I have already called them. I’m telling you the truth, even if I seriously injured Winston, at most it would be considered self-defense and rescuing hostages. And the mastermind behind this kidnapping and injuring is Winston.”

When Anton mentioned this, Julianne immediately staggered unsteadily and her face turned completely pale. Ronan hurried over to support her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

As soon as Ronan came over, I immediately felt the coldness and hatred emanating from Anton. The hand by Anton’s side instantly clenched into a fist, as if the next second, that hard fist would fall on Ronan. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly grabbed Anton’s arm.

The man cast a glance at me, and the coldness in his eyes softened slightly. He pulled at his lips at me, didn’t say anything, but his expression was somewhat bitter. I tightened his arm, but didn’t know how to comfort him.

Here, Julianne quickly grabbed Ronan’s arm, angrily pointing at me and Anton, saying, “They… not only hurt Winston, but they also want to frame Winston and send him to jail. You need to teach them a lesson.”

As Julianne’s voice fell, Ronan looked coldly at me and Anton. However, when he saw Anton, he clearly hesitated for a moment, then furrowed his brows fiercely.

Anton sneered, “Lessons? I wonder how Mr. Humphrey plans to teach us? Will he confront us openly, or will he, like years ago, stab us in the back?”

Ronan’s face visibly changed: “What do you mean?”

Anton sneered, “What I mean, Mr. Humphrey should know in his heart.”

Ronan frowned at him, as if recalling something. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he looked at Anton in astonishment and said, “You are… you are the son of that man?”

Anton laughed coldly, his crimson eyes filled with sorrow, indignation, and hatred.

Ronan’s face twitched, and he hummed with a hint of uncertainty. “Don’t get it wrong, your father died of illness, it has nothing to do with me, don’t look at me with that kind of eyes.”

Anton’s fist clenched tighter as his overwhelming anger caused the veins on the back of his hand to bulge. I panicked, afraid that he would start a fight with Ronan here. Originally, Julianne was determined to have us put in jail. If he had laid a hand on Ronan at that moment, it would have been just the opportunity she needed to catch him in the act.

I grabbed Anton’s arm and shook my head at him. Anton looked at me, his chest heaving violently, as if he were trying hard to suppress the hatred in his heart.

At this moment, Julianne impatiently pulled Ronan’s arm and cried out, “What nonsense are you talking to them about? You need to call someone to teach them a lesson. They are the ones who seriously injured Winston, they are the ones who put Winston’s life in danger. You must not let them off.”