Matthew Thompson stood frozen like a stone in place, a look of horror on his face.
"You all?"
Aria Richardson laughed softly, "Surprised? We've been waiting for you to make a move."
Knowing Owen Winton had already sent people to watch them, how could they possibly not prepare for anything?
Matthew Thompson gritted his teeth fiercely, only now realizing he had fallen into their trap.
Did they think it was over just like that?
Matthew Thompson sneered, and in the next moment, a group of masked men dressed in black burst through the doors, surrounding them layer upon layer.
Seeing the disparity in numbers, Matthew Thompson smiled confidently.
"The chairman has long said you people are insidious and cunning, so we've been prepared. With so many of us, let's see how you fight us. I advise you to surrender peacefully."
Scarlett Summer had never seen such a scene, her face turned pale from fright, experiencing for the first time the cold touch of a knife against her neck.
