Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 301: See? You Got Hurt Again After Leaving Me
Everyone thought Elijah Jefferson should be moved.
Violet Walker had a good reputation in the crew, and every time she visited, she brought food and drinks for the crew.
As Scarlett Walker’s sister, she wasn’t at all arrogant and was very approachable.
She looked similarly frail, but unlike the cold and distant Nancy Allen,
Nancy was like a person carved from ice, cold from the inside out, making people afraid to touch or get close to her.
In contrast, Violet was like a flower in the garden meant for people to admire, beautiful and gentle.
Such a delicate and pitiful girl, willing to stay behind as a hostage in place of Elijah Jefferson, how could that not be moving? Everyone thought Elijah would surely refuse Violet’s offer and protect her.
However, Elijah looked at Violet and nonchalantly agreed, "Alright, then you stay as the hostage. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring the money; you won’t die."
Violet: "..."
No one expected Elijah to be so blunt.
The girl was risking her life for him, and even if he didn’t mean it, he should have at least pretended to refuse, yet he agreed just like that.
The one-eyed leader squinted his only good eye, mocking, "Who are you? Do you think you can take the place of the Jefferson family? Besides, what’s the point of arguing? When did I say anyone could leave? Only one person can leave to get the money, the rest stay. Who’s going to get the money?"
Elijah immediately pointed to Nancy Allen on the side: "Let her go. She’s weak and can’t resist, she’s mute and won’t say anything she shouldn’t. More importantly, nobody else can get the money, but she knows people high up in the Jefferson family. She can get the money successfully."
No matter what, Elijah wanted to get Nancy out first.
Violet’s expression changed slightly. She had offered to stay as a hostage for Elijah, yet he still disregarded her, even in a life-and-death situation, still intent on sending Nancy away.
Was she really that much worse than Nancy?
However, the next moment, the one-eyed leader suddenly grabbed Nancy’s arm, pulling her over and maliciously staring at Elijah, "This beauty can’t leave. She stays; you go get the money yourself. Don’t try any tricks. At worst, I’ll die with this beauty."
Elijah’s expression changed again and again. Since coming up from the cliff, he hadn’t shown much concern for Nancy, hoping to keep attention away from her.
Yet, the other side still naturally used Nancy to threaten him, which only confirmed his previous suspicion: there was a mole in the crew and someone who knew this group of desperadoes.
Previously, the one-eyed leader had glanced at Scarlett upon hearing he was from the Jefferson family, and Violet’s self-sacrificing attitude for him didn’t seem genuine. Elijah doubted that woman had such great bravery to volunteer as a hostage, leaving only one possibility: even if Violet stayed, she wouldn’t be harmed.
The current situation gave Elijah reason to suspect that this group of people was connected to the two sisters.
The one-eyed man, seeing Elijah silent, grabbed a dagger and lightly scratched Nancy’s neck with it. The sharp blade pierced the skin, and blood immediately trickled down Nancy’s neck, staining her pale skin.
The one-eyed man, full of killing intent, looked threateningly at Elijah, "Now you can go get the money. If I don’t see 20 million cash in two hours, this beauty will bleed to death."
Elijah suddenly looked up, the killing intent in his eyes even heavier than the other’s, angrily shouting: "Who the hell told you to touch her!"
Coming from the Jefferson family, even if Elijah was a righteous man, he wasn’t someone soft either. That kind of gaze made even these desperadoes feel alarmed.
Elijah knew Nancy was implicated because of him, and today he couldn’t ensure her safe departure.
Not only couldn’t he get her out of the danger zone, but he also pushed her into the most dangerous part.
Elijah remembered that Nancy had a rare blood type, hardly found in hospitals, and the Allens who shared her blood type were far away in the Capital City.
Most importantly, Nancy’s body couldn’t withstand the slightest trouble right now.
Any mistake, and she... would die.
Elijah no longer pretended to be distant and directly showed his concern for Nancy, undeniably telling the one-eyed man, "Remove your knife. I need to ensure her safety. I can even help you do one more thing—get you these illegal immigrants registered."
Their eyes lit up with excitement, and they all looked at the leader. The biggest problem for these people was being illegal immigrants.
If caught by the military, even if they hadn’t committed serious crimes, they’d be deported. Deportation meant a dead-end for them. Getting registered here would change everything.
The one-eyed man, holding Nancy, looked suspiciously at Elijah and said, "I don’t believe you."
Elijah stated firmly: "You don’t have to believe this promise, but if you dare harm her one bit more, whether I live or die, you will certainly die; do you believe that!"
These years, Godfery Shaw’s craziness was well known to Elijah. If something truly happened to Nancy, even if news didn’t get out today, Elijah believed Godfery Shaw would find a way to uncover the truth. These people wouldn’t escape death no matter where they ran.
The one-eyed man was intimidated by the fierce tone in Elijah’s words. He looked at the defenseless people present, thinking it wasn’t necessary to be so extreme. Just as he was about to move the dagger away.
"Bang."
"Ah!"
A gunshot, a scream.
The one-eyed man clutched his bleeding wrist, releasing Nancy involuntarily.
Nancy, startled, raised her hand to wipe the blood splattered on her face and turned to see Godfery Shaw approaching with a group of black-clad bodyguards, holding a gun and firing two more shots at the one-eyed man’s leg.
Shouts of alarm arose.
"Boss."
"Who are you? Daring to hurt our boss!"
This group had previously threatened the crew because they had guns, while the crew were all defenseless.
However, Godfery Shaw’s bodyguards had all seen real blood, not weaker than those protecting important figures, and were also armed.
It was like a gang facing off against a regular army.
The clash erupted immediately.
In the midst of gunfire, Godfery Shaw, in his suit, casually walked toward Nancy as if he were walking under celebratory fireworks at a banquet.
Nancy, dazed, watched him approach. How did Godfery get here?
How did he find her?
The next moment, Nancy was gently pulled into the man’s embrace.
Godfery held her, gazing at the wound on her neck, his face darkening as he kicked the one-eyed man hard.
The force was so great that the man, now drenched in blood, tried to flee but having been shot in the legs, could only crawl forward, screaming in pain.
The buttons under Godfery’s suit were undone, giving him a wild, untamed look; his gaze deadly enough to chill hearts.
With a bloodied man at his feet, exuding a sinister aura, he whispered in a deep, magnetic voice in Nancy’s ear: "Nancy, you see, leaving me made you get hurt again."
