Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

When he heard Matthew Grant’s voice, Blanca Roach’s panicked heart felt as if it had found its anchor and could finally stabilize.

Matthew Grant to him, is able to shelter the wind and rain umbrella, now he came, her vulnerable side suddenly can not be hidden.

“I’m okay.”

Blanca Roach took a deep breath and tried to restrain her voice from sounding normal.

The more she did, the more Matthew Grant’s heart ached, “Blanca don’t be afraid, it’ll be okay soon.”

That’s when Blanca Roach heard a car honking its siren, a piercing sound, and the exact same sound came over the microphone.

Blanca Roach’s mind went blank for a moment, then she grabbed the phone and put it to her ear to listen carefully. After confirming again that the voice on the other end of the phone was exactly the same as the sound of the siren outside the window, Blanca Roach’s tears suddenly snapped off.

“Matthew Grant …” Blanca Roach’s heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton, light but clogged, “Where are you?”

Matthew Grant was behind her now, and as soon as he heard the bodyguard’s report, he stepped on the gas and rushed here.

On the way here by car, Matthew Grant fell into an ice cave, regretting that he shouldn’t have let Blanca Roach out alone while he couldn’t help but think what if something happened to Blanca Roach.

Even though he had put the gas to the floor, he still felt too slow!

Too slow!

But luckily, thankfully, he made it in time.

His Blanca was still okay.

Matthew Grant gently hooked his lips, his eyes like sharp sheaths staring at the stupidly moving vehicle in front of him, but said in a soft voice: “It will be fine soon, trust me, do what I say next.”

“Okay.”

Blanca Roach’s tears gradually stopped, and she was fearless at the thought that Matthew Grant had arrived at her side.

“Is the seat belt fastened?”

Blanca Roach grabbed the seat belt on her chest with her left hand, nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Tell Jerome to slow down and drive to a place with fewer cars.”

Matthew Grant stared intently at the movement of the car in front of him, seeing the black car following closely behind Jerome’s car, his face growing cold and his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

He counted the time when the car in front of him accelerated, rushed to overtake from the side a second before, and crossed the car in the middle of the road with a swift movement, blocking the car’s way.

“Blanca, look ahead, don’t look back.”

The driver was so startled by the sudden rush of the car that he had no time to brake or steer, and immediately crashed into it.

Pushing Matthew Grant’s car forward for a long distance, the front of the car were smashed, and only then was it able to stop!

Jenny hit the seat at the moment of the crash, and immediately after stopping, she cursed: “You’re crazy! The brakes did not know to say, you want to die or not!”

The driver’s face was white, because he saw a god of killing, from the front of the car down.

To say that it was a god of murder was not an exaggeration.

Matthew Grant in a black suit as if a thousand times in the tip of the knife licking the blood of the killer, now his aura is fully open, all over the bloodthirsty hostility, a pair of eyes like a thousand years of ice, he looked like a freeze as immobilized.

The driver watched Matthew Grant getting closer and closer, a heart is about to jump out of the chest, he is what God, why would be so terrible!

Jenny at this time also saw the killing Matthew Grant, like being strangled, shrill voice abruptly stopped.

Soon, another car pulled up in front of them, a group of tall and large bodyguards from the car.

Don’t underestimate these bodyguards, they are special forces veterans, is really on the battlefield, hold a gun, killed the main.

However, this group of men, after seeing Matthew Grant also have to obediently bow down and follow him, you can imagine, Matthew Grant’s strength is how terrible.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Jenny panicked!

What did she do?

How did she get into trouble with such a terrible group of people?