I Want You to Wish You Were Dead
Minerva’s expression changed the moment she heard what Matthew said. “Matthew! S-Stop talking
nonsense!” She knew that Franklin would destroy her if Matthew’s words ever got to Franklin. Sure,
Matthew meant it when he said he wouldn’t kill me, but things would be worse if Franklin thinks that I told
Matthew the truth! Franklin doesn’t care if I’m Sasha’s relative! I’d die a horrible death if Franklin were the
one to end my life!
Matthew chuckled. “It’s about time you pay for the things you’ve done, Minerva! I’m not going to kill you,
but I’m going to make you wish you were dead! Let her go, Tiger!”
“Sure!” Tiger laughed heartily. “Hurry up and let her go, guys. Send her out and make sure you guys are
polite to her, okay?” The rest of the men laughed along as they untied her and walked her out.
Minerva thrashed about and cursed at everyone, but they simply ignored her and dragged her out.
Matthew got to his feet once Minerva disappeared into the distance. “Send someone to follow her,
Tiger. Keep a close eye on her.”
Tiger froze. “Why do we need to do that, Matthew?”
Matthew glared at the other man. “Did you think I was talking to her because I had nothing better to do? I
said all those things with one purpose in mind—I wanted to scare her so that she would go to Franklin.
Of course, she might not personally be close to Franklin, but there must be a middle-man who passes
messages between both of them. I want to know who this middle-man is. I need to get proof of Franklin’s
crimes, do you understand?”
Tiger came to another realization then. “Don’t worry, Matthew! I’ll take care of this!” He sent some men to
handle this matter. Meanwhile, Matthew no longer stayed around—he headed downstairs and drove off.
He arrived at a hotel just 15 minutes later, and he took an elevator from the basement car park right up to
the top of the building.
There was a young man waiting for him the moment he stepped out of the elevator. The young man took
a step back when he saw that Matthew had arrived. “The boss has been waiting for a long while. He’s on
the balcony,” the young man muttered.
Matthew nodded before he strode directly into the room. The top floor of the building was a huge suite
that went beyond 2,000 square feet. The place was one of the Lach Family’s business projects, and only
the main members of the family were allowed into this suite. Regular people would never get the chance
to enter the place.
The balcony outside was the size of a whole garden. Matthew caught sight of two men in the distance
when he first stepped out onto the balcony. The night breeze was chilly, and the balcony provided a clear
view of the whole of Eastcliff.
The two men sitting on the balcony were none other than Wilson and Felix. Wilson had invited Felix over
to his place about two hours earlier. As Matthew walked over, Wilson immediately got to his feet before
greeting Matthew. “Let me introduce you guys, Felix. This is Mr. Larson, the man I was telling you about.”
Felix looked like an extremely honest and reliable farmer—the way he dressed was rather old-fashioned.
However, sparks danced in his eyes as he stared at Matthew. He gave Matthew a nod without saying
anything, and Matthew responded with a smile before he sat down.
“I’m sure Mr. Lach told you everything that you need to know. So, I wonder if you’re interested in working
with me, Mr. Lewis,” Matthew uttered in a quiet tone.
At that moment, Felix glanced at the teacup on the table before he responded. “The head of the Lewis
family died in your hands, Mr. Larson. Wouldn’t I be betraying my kind if I formed a partnership with you,
Mr. Larson? Although I don’t have a really high position in the Lewis Family, they’re still family to me. I
can’t betray my own blood!”
“The fact that you were able to utter such words just shows that I picked the right person,” Matthew said.
Felix couldn’t help but feel curious upon hearing Matthew’s words. “What does that mean, Mr. Larson?”
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