dkrc Chapter 1090: Do You Really Want to Kill Him?
Chapter 1090: Do You Really Want to Kill Him?
"Scarlett, do you think I should find someone to take him out? Uncle Spencer would be perfect. He knows a lot of people, has wide connections, can surely find a suitable hitman to complete this task beautifully."A chill ran down Scarlett Yates’ spine. She couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or joking, but just hearing the word "hitman" was enough to terrify her.
She took a deep breath, unable to clear her thoughts, and immediately denied the idea: "No, Matthew Saxon, you can’t do such things, it’s illegal!"
Debts should be repaid, life for a life; this, he knew better than she did.
Matthew Saxon chuckled behind her, laughing for a while before returning to his cold, indifferent tone, dismissively saying, "It’s not me who will be doing the killing. When the time comes, someone will naturally pay for his life. Nowadays, money can make the world go round; if you pay enough, there are always people willing to risk their lives."
As his tone grew increasingly serious, Scarlett Yates dared not assume his words were just casual.
She turned to face him, looking up at him: "Do you really want to kill him?"
Matthew raised an eyebrow, slightly lowering his chin, his long, narrow eyes sweeping over her face with a half-smile: "Scarlett, I said, everything is based on your demands. However you say to punish him, that’s what we’ll do."
The dim lighting made his handsome face seem somewhat unreal, his expression on it appearing somewhat unfamiliar.
Scarlett Yates secretly tightened one hand, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with him for a few seconds before slowly exhaling: "If it’s according to my demands, then don’t go around killing and committing arson."
Matthew Saxon watched her with a half-smile for a moment, his thin lips curling into a smile: "Oh, so as long as it’s not murder or arson, anything goes?"
"As I said, whatever makes you happy, I have no objection."
"Is Scarlett afraid I’ll get involved in a murder case and have to trade my own life for it?" Matthew Saxon smirked again, his slender eyes narrowing, his long fingers lifting her chin slightly, smiling as he said, "Since you’re so worried about me, I’ll change the approach. Sometimes death isn’t a painful thing; truly getting rid of him is quite uninteresting."
His thin lips curled into a deeper smile, devoid of any warmth in his eyes, his fingers on her chin applying a bit more pressure, his dark eyes fixed on her, word by word he said: "After all, the best way to torture someone is to make them wish they were dead rather than alive."
"Wouldn’t you agree, Scarlett?"
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her, a chill rose from Scarlett Yates’ heart.
The hint of fear in her eyes didn’t escape Matthew Saxon’s attention.
With cool fingertips, he lightly tapped her lips, brushed her forehead, kissed her temple as if to soothe her, and patted her back: "Discussion over, sleep now."
After saying that, he closed his eyes as if he were truly going to sleep.
Scarlett Yates, however, couldn’t sleep at all.
Half an hour later, she heard Matthew Saxon’s breathing become even and long, as though he had fallen asleep.
Yet, his hands remained tightly wrapped around her waist.
Scarlett Yates tried to pry his hand open, cautious not to use too much force in fear of waking him, she merely lightly pried at his hand.