Matthew remained silent and Armand panicked. He wanted to save his grandmother, but he didn't want
Dolores to be in danger. Sampson did all this just to get Dolores. If she went over, would she ever
come back?
Sampson had the bomb on him.
If it was just a stranger being taken hostage by Sampson, Dolores might be hesitant, but it was
Armand's grandmother, the only family member of Matthew's best friend. She couldn't let her get hurt
because of her.
Sampson laughed. His laughter came out of his chest, full of mockery and sarcasm, "Lola, I told you
that only I love you, only I would do anything for you. You open your eyes and look at Matthew. Does
he care about you?"
"I'll go and you let go of Mrs. Leslie," Dolores said, her face expressionless. She ignored Sampson's
words.
Looking at Dolores' calm face, Sampson lost control and shouted, "Wake up! Is he not afraid that I will
die with you and we will be a ghost couple?"
"He's crazy!" Armand gritted his teeth in anger, "He might really do that. He had the bomb on him and
obviously wanted to die with us."
Matthew still kept silent, like an extremely patient cheetah, waiting for the opportunity to take his prey
down in one shot.
Dolores continued, "What you want is me. It's personal and it should be settled by us. You holding an
old woman hostage will only make me hate you more!"
Sampson's eyes went red, "What did you say?!"
He was shocked and couldn't suppress his frustration, "You hate me?! Haha ... you hate me?!" His
smile suddenly disappeared and his face distorted, "I'm too stupid to obey you in everything. You're
with Matthew because he slept with you, right? Do you love him? No, you don't love him. You're only
with him for the sake of your two kids. You love me! If I had slept with you in spite of your rejection, you
would be with me right now. In the end, it's me who indulged you too much."
Even lunatic couldn't describe Sampson now. He was so crazy and horrible that even his mind and
logic were not normal.
Dolores' hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists, "I'm here. You let go of Mrs. Leslie."
Sampson lowered his head. Mrs. Leslie was old. Perhaps because she was frightened, she kept
trembling and couldn't say anything.
Armand was anxious, "Shit, he's a psychiatrist! He's much scarier than a normal person when he's
sick."
"Sampson, what do you want!" Dolores got impatient. She felt that Mrs. Leslie was not doing well.
She was so old that she couldn't stand this.
"Give me a car." No one wanted to die, and neither did he. He put the bomb on his body just to save his
life. Only when he couldn't escape did he choose to die with them.
Now he had a hostage, one that was very important to them, so he had a chance to escape.
"Give him a car," Armand said and looked at Matthew. He didn't say anything, so he acquiesced.
Soon, the bodyguard drove a car over. He was about to pass the key and try to rescue Mrs. Leslie
while he had the chance, but Sampson wasn't stupid. He shouted, "Don't come any closer."
The bodyguard said, "How am I supposed to give you the car key if I don't come closer?"
"Give it to Lola," he said, strangling Mrs. Leslie and looking warily at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment. It was Dolores who came over and took the key first.
"Get in the car. You drive. Don't even think about escaping, or I'll kill her," Sampson threatened.
Dolores gave him a glance. Then she turned around, got in the car, and started it. Sampson dragged
Mrs. Leslie into the car and sat in the back seat. He looked at Dolores, "Drive to the south."
He had Mrs. Leslie, so Dolores had to do what he said.
Sampson felt that Dolores deliberately slowed down the car, and he gave Mrs. Leslie a hard slap, who
was instantly unconscious without screaming in pain.
But Dolores heard the slap. She turned around and saw Sampson's grim expression and the slap mark
on Mrs. Leslie's face.
Dolores was irritated. She didn't expect Sampson to be so crazy as to abuse even the old people.
Sampson stared grimly at Dolores, "I said no tricks. Or I'll kill her! Drive faster."
Dolores bit her lip and put the pedal to the metal.
The car was like an arrow the moment Dolores stepped on the gas pedal.
It left an unpleasant smell of exhaust fumes.
"Turn to the right," Sampson gave directions.
Dolores sensed his intentions. He wanted to get on the highway. If they got on the highway, it would be
difficult for them to control him. And it was easy to get into the accident on the highway.
She said calmly, "You just want me. Let Mrs. Leslie go. She's a burden to you and an obstacle to your
escape. It's the same for you to hold me hostage."
Sampson said coldly, "Drive your car."
"You only want me, don't you? Why do you still keep Mrs. Leslie when I'm willing to go with you? She's
in a coma. Aren't you afraid that she'll die? When that happens, you'll be a murderer."
"Even if I let her go, will Matthew let me go?"
Yes, if Matthew caught him this time, he would not let him go.
"Why do you stop talking?" Sampson sneered.
"You won't let her go, will you?" Dolores' voice also went cold. Since he wouldn't let Mrs. Leslie go, she
had to do it the hard way, "There's a steep slope ahead, so let's die together."
"Are you crazy?!" Sampson's eyes widened.
"Yes, I'm crazy. I'm driven crazy by you." Dolores was surprisingly calm. When she almost reached the
steep slope ahead, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Let's end our feud here today."
She turned the steering wheel ----
"Wait."
Dolores was waiting for this word from him.
Crunch ----
The tires rubbed the ground with a harsh sound. A long brake mark was left on the ground.
Sampson broke out in a cold sweat, "I'll throw her out."
Even without Mrs. Leslie, he could still have Dolores as his bargaining chip.
He pushed open the car door. To prevent Dolores from escaping, he unbuckled his belt and tied
Dolores' hands in his hands. Then, he kicked Mrs. Leslie out of the car. Dolores was enraged by
Sampson's rude behavior. She opened the car door and kicked it shut, leaving Sampson's belt caught
in the gap. Sampson panicked and immediately shouted, "Get in."
Dolores didn't move. Sampson, enraged, opened the car door and jumped down. He grabbed Dolores
by the neck, "Do you want to die? Is that what you want?"
Dolores saw someone approaching them from the corner of her eye.
She smiled and said through clenched teeth, "If I die, you won't survive."
The wind was so strong that it muffled her voice.
Sampson still heard her, "Haha ..."
He laughed wildly, "I won't let you die. I want you to stay by my side forever. Even if you die, you must
be my ghost ..."
Boom!
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