His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

93 Why Do You Care About Me?

The room was dimly lit, and Ron had a smug, murderous look on his face as he pointed his gun at me.

"I lost my child. That's what you did."

"It's actually Jeff's baby," I corrected him. "Gina framed me for the miscarriage, and you were stupid enough to believe her."

In my last life, you were stupid enough to believe her lies and kill me and my baby. I won't forget this grudge.

After learning this fact, Ron's face showed an angry expression after being humiliated. He held the pistol to my head and yelled at me.

"I don't need you to tell me the truth."

"You must be disappointed," I taunted him. "The heir you've always wanted is someone else's."

"You and that Frade guy did all this, didn't you?" He roared. "You ruined my business, and now the family is disappointed in me. Are you proud of yourself? Maybe I should just shoot you."

"Then do it." I stared at him without fear. This greedy, cowardly man, if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already.

He was hesitating, calculating something.

Then the muzzle of his gun pressed against my skin and slid over my head to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I saw the evil gleam in his eyes.

"I'm not going to kill you now," he said. "But I can use you as a bargaining chip. I'm sure Frade will be willing to pay a lot of money for your life."

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," I sneered. "My business has nothing to do with him now."

"You had a falling out?" Ron feigned regret. "But maybe we can try. I hope you don't end up like that other woman this time!"

"Who are you talking about?" I was shocked.

Mia?

He smirked but didn't tell me. The muzzle of the gun was pressed against my chin and almost pierced the skin. I stared at him and said it word for word.

"There's one thing you don't know. I was pregnant, and that baby was yours!" I knew the baby was his weakness.

He gave a startled look. At that moment, I quickly held the pistol with both hands. I lifted my leg and pushed it against him.

Ron screamed and I grabbed his gun. Yet he threw himself upon me and wrestled with me. He took advantage of his body and pressed down on me. The pistol slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. We rushed to grab the gun, and Ron slammed into me. He beat me to the gun on the ground.

The initiative is back in his hands. I knew I had no chance this time. My last chance to negotiate has gone.

"I won't give you another chance, Eva!" He pointed his pistol at me, and just then the door was kicked open and the lights in the room dimmed.

Then I heard the sound of bullets coming in, right in my head. Ron was swearing, and a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up. Then I followed the man all the way out. The gunfire caused a commotion outside and many people ran in my direction. The frightened men and women screamed and ran, and I was squeezed in between them. That hand was holding my hand all the time. I feel the warmth of his palm.

And the strong, familiar smell.

Frade kept pulling me out of the club. We were forced out by the crowd. He said nothing until we got into his parked car. He started up the gas pedal and the car ran down the road at once.

"Thank you!" I whispered to him. The air conditioning in the car enveloped my body and made me feel cold. But the coldness in his eyes was colder and gloomier than the air-conditioning in the car. It's like an ice pick that kills people.