"Louis, this woman is Matthew's fiancée. If he finds out we kidnapped and killed her and then sold her to him, he'll..."
Louis laughed, "When we kidnapped her, Matthew refused to pay the 500,000 dollars ransom. Do you really think she matters to him?"
"In my opinion, this Nora is a joke!"
Everyone in the gang burst into laughter.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but agree.
He was right. I was a joke in the entire Empire City.
Even though Matthew and I had been childhood sweethearts and had promised to spend our lives together.
A helicopter roared outside.
It was Matthew, in a hurry to get a kidney for his terminally ill Susan.
Two rows of bodyguards opened the door, and Matthew walked in with his medical team.
Louis bowed and greeted him with feigned respect, "Mr. Jackson."
Matthew ignored him, heading straight for the dissecting table.
He reached out to the doctor next to him, "Give me the knife."
The doctors were surprised. Why would he do such a dirty job himself?
Matthew frowned and spoke in an irritated tone,
"Don't you hear me? Give me the knife. I want to do it myself."
His face was serious and solemn, "Susan deserves the best!"
Susan, the woman he kept outside, the one he held above all else.