Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 365 His Woman

Chapter 365 His Woman

Matthew was fuming, but at a time like this, he could only do as she said.

"All right. I promise. Tell me your location."

"Don't rush, I still have a condition!"

"You have a condition?" Matthew was flabbergasted. "Don't you know that I'm the only one who can save you now? How big do you think your chances of survival are if people knew you were planning to have Natalia killed?"

Jessica sneered, "If I don't survive, you can forget living through this, too. Don't forget, this was your idea."

As she spoke, she played the recording as a reminder on her end of the phone.

Matthew had just about had it, but with the evidence in her hands, he could only swallow his rage.

"Fine! You've got me, so speak! What condition!"

"Simple. I want a sum of money. At least fifty million in my overseas account. You can't have me going out of the country as a beggar!"

Matthew clenched his teeth. "Fifty million? That's robbery!"

Jessica snickered. "Don't react so poorly, Uncle! It's just fifty million; that's pocket change to you! All these years, you left your wife and daughter to live like a nobleman in Eqitin. Have you thought about the life my mother and I have had? To tell you the truth, I've had enough of you during these days in Eqitin! Now that things are exposed, you're escorting me out of the country seemingly to keep me safe, when it's all to save your own hide. So is it wrong for me to take fifty million to seal my mouth? Relax. So long as you give me the money, not just this, but all those other dirty little secrets you have – I'll keep them all to myself without spilling a single word."

Matthew's eyes went red with fury.

Then a cold glint flashed through his glare.

After a while, he took a deep breath. "Fine! I promise."

"That's more like it! I'll send you my address. Don't try anything. This isn't my only recording. I've hidden others in various places. Anything happens to me, these recordings will be released. By then, everyone will know what a devious slime the kind and generous eldest son of the Kawn family really is!"

Matthew cut in. "Enough!"

Jessica grinned contentedly and hung up.

After hanging up, she collected a few necessities and sent her location to Matthew.

At that moment, someone rang the doorbell from outside.

She started, her heart recoiling consciously.

"Who is it?"

"Room service."

Jessica exhaled.

Of course. Her subordinate might have been caught, but they couldn't have given her up that quickly. They shouldn't have found her yet. Considering that, Jessica called, "No need."

Then the lock clicked, and the door opened.

"You..."

She raised her head in shock and saw that man, in all his imperious power, walking in surrounded by two rows of bodyguards.

A pair of clear, cold eyes stared darkly down at her. "Pick how you're going to die, Jessica Dawson!"

Jessica had never imagined she'd get exposed so quickly.

She stood in the middle of the living room, looking at the man standing there, his features without a trace of warmth, and felt her legs grow leaden, becoming dead weight.

"W-what do you want? Archie, I haven't offended my sister lately. Besides, with what happened that night, I already apologized to everyone for her like she told me to. There's no need to settle accounts now, of all times!"

She was still playing dumb, but Archie had already lost his last vestiges of patience. With a gesture, someone came up from the side and kicked her knee in.

In pain, Jessica knelt down with a thump, her tears almost spilling.

Just a second later, the sound of leather shoes approached her chillingly on the floorboards.

"I don't hit women! But only if they leave my woman alone!"

With that, he kicked her off.

Jessica's frame slammed into the wall like a broken kite, and she tumbled to the ground, spitting blood. That was how much force the kick had behind it.

Archie looked at her, his frigid stare devoid of pity.

No one knew how truly enraged he'd been when he received the call that Natalia's wires had been tampered with and she was seriously injured, having almost fallen from the cliff to her death. Before wrath like this, not hitting women or being a gentleman didn't matter at all.

In her agony, Jessica couldn't speak. Archie glared at her, then pointed at the phone she'd dropped not far away.

"Give it here."

A bodyguard came up and picked up the phone, handing it over respectfully with both hands.

Archie tapped it open, with the recording still on the screen.

He hit play and heard the full conversation between Jessica and Matthew.

As the recording played, his expression darkened bit by bit.

Until the end, where it was completely in shadow.

Jessica's lips moved and she tried to say something, but the searing pain in her chest kept her from getting a single word out.

Archie threw the phone towards his men and said coldly, "Drag her to the underground complex. If she's still breathing in the morning, you'll all get buried with her."

With that, the man turned to leave.

Everyone there couldn't help but shiver as they hurriedly complied. "Yes, sir!"

Natalia slept groggily in an insubstantial daze.

She kept dreaming about when she'd been suspended from the cliff.

In the dream, she was hanging midair, her hands in a death grip on the snapped wires. A staff member threw down a rope to save her, but the moment she reached for it, that rope snapped too. She could only watch herself fall, finally landing with a loud wham on hard concrete, her body turning to paste!

Gasping, she jerked awake.

Only after she opened her eyes did she replace it was still night, with silvery moonlight streaming in from the windows. All was quiet.

It was only a dream!

Natalia closed her eyes, still afraid. She wiped the cold sweat off her brow, her entire body freezing.

The dream still reverberated throughout her head. It had been so real, as if she'd been there herself.

She couldn't sleep at all. Her throat was burning parched, so she threw off her blankets and got out of bed to pour herself some water.

But the moment she got out of bed, the door was pushed open from the outside and an erect figure walked in.

Jessica started and called, "Archie?"

Archie was in a white shirt, with a black vest over black trousers. His whole being looked straight and upright.

His gaze swept across her thin pajamas, to her bare, pale feet falling below her pants.

Natalia shrank backwards and asked, "Did you just come back from outside?"

Archie ignored her question and walked up, folding her into a hug.