Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 144: I Have Plenty of Ways to Deal With You

May Morgan anxiously stood at the entrance of the living room, not daring to get too close. Although the glass was bulletproof, there was always a chance something could go wrong. But Victor Grant just charged out like that, and she worried that he might not pull through.

Even though that bastard had been teasing her earlier, now he was trying to protect her and wouldn’t put her in danger, so she didn’t want him to just die like that.

After about ten minutes, the gunfire outside grew quieter until finally, there wasn’t a sound to be heard.

Just as May was pacing back and forth in the living room, unsure of what to do, the main door was kicked open from the outside, and Victor Grant walked in quickly, dragging a man with an injured arm.

The man was almost entirely covered in blood. After Victor dragged him in, he threw him to the ground. Since his face was against the floor, May couldn’t immediately tell who it was.

"Damn it, you’re pretty cunning, sending your men forward while you hid in the car. What kind of trick is that?"

Victor Grant kicked the man, making him groan in pain.

May glanced at the man, feeling he looked familiar and couldn’t help but step closer to get a better look. She realized that lying on the ground was Butler Lawson from the Vance Residence.

"Butler Lawson? You brought people to attack my Zenith Villa?" May asked, looking at the man on the ground in surprise.

Butler Lawson, as cunning as ever, saw May there and quickly put on a helpless and pitiful expression, pleading with her, ’Young Madam, it’s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I was just following the master’s orders. He said there were intruders at Zenith Villa, so I brought people to protect you.’

"Screw you, who are you calling the thief?" Upon hearing this, Victor Grant immediately kicked him again, flipping Butler Lawson over to lie on his back, his face turning white from the pain.

"You old fox, you’re just as crafty as your master. Damn it, I got a tip-off that you guys were coming to kidnap May, so I came here first. What, now you’re trying to play the victim?"

"I swear I didn’t mean it like that. The servants from Zenith Villa secretly called me, saying there were robbers and asked us to come protect the Young Madam." Butler Lawson was incredibly shrewd, following the principle that not admitting would keep him alive, while admitting meant certain death. Hence, he kept his mouth tight.

"Alright, you old thing, got a tough mouth, huh? Well, I’ve got plenty of time tonight to play with you!" Victor Grant, infuriated by the scoundrel, grabbed his clothes and punched him, making Butler Lawson spit out blood.

Although May didn’t believe Butler Lawson’s words, she didn’t want Victor Grant to actually beat him to death. If Butler Lawson died in her house, the old man would have grounds to talk, and certainly wouldn’t let her and Vincent off the hook.

However, although she wouldn’t kill anyone on her own turf, she definitely wouldn’t let those who provoked her off easily.

"Alright, stop hitting, or you’ll really beat him to death." May "kind-heartedly" helped Butler Lawson up from the ground and then ordered the servant beside her, ’Go prepare some wet towels to help Butler Lawson clean his face. Look how dirty it is.’

The servant gave May a strange look but didn’t say anything. She turned to prepare the wet towels, probably mumbling to herself why bother wiping his face when Butler Lawson’s arm was still bleeding without trying to stop the bleeding first.

Butler Lawson heard what May said and thought her kind and easy to bully; hence, he pandered her smiling, "Young Madam, forget the face-wiping. I’m wounded so heavily, could you perhaps ask someone to take me to the hospital to treat my wounds first?"

May turned to look at him and suddenly gave a particularly eerie smile: "No way? If you don’t clean your face, how can I videotape later?"

"Videotape? Tape what?" Butler Lawson felt something was wrong, but couldn’t figure out what May was up to.

Victor Grant also looked at May with a puzzled face: "What are you doing? Helping this old scoundrel? Are you crazy? Waiting for him to shoot you next time?"

May looked at Butler Lawson with a devilish grin and deliberately asked him, "How can I? Butler Lawson was just following orders. This was all instructed by the old man and had nothing to do with him, right? Butler Lawson?"

Butler Lawson, initially confused by May’s words, nodded and replied, "Yes, yes, yes, I was just doing someone else’s bidding, leading these people was really not my intention, it was all the old..."

Halfway through, Butler Lawson suddenly realized he’d let something slip and promptly shut his mouth, no longer speaking.

May knew he was cunning, not the type to confess after a few words, so she didn’t plan to sleep tonight anyways and decided to play with him for a while.

The servant brought the washbasin and towel, and May instructed her, "Help Butler Lawson clean his face well so that I can clearly record his face on camera."

"Got it." The servant, hearing this, agreed and walked with the basin to Butler Lawson. Seeing Butler Lawson’s arm still bleeding, she couldn’t help but ask May, "Butler Lawson’s arm is still bleeding. Should we bandage it?"

"No need, that bit of blood won’t kill him for now." May waved her hand coldly and said.

"But, Butler Lawson’s wound is from a gun. If it’s not bandaged and sent to the hospital soon, he’ll be in mortal danger eventually, won’t he?" The servant, seeing how pitiful Butler Lawson was, couldn’t help but frown and ask.

May turned and sat on the sofa opposite Butler Lawson, staring at his face, and deliberately said, "Yeah, the wound does seem pretty deep. If he’s not sent to the hospital, he might not make it until morning."

Upon hearing this, Butler Lawson instantly showed a bitter melon face, just about to speak nice words to May, when she suddenly sneered coldly and threatened, "So, if you don’t want to die from excessive bleeding, you better cooperate with me to record that video well."

"Young Madam, I... I’m really innocent, I brought people to storm your Zenith Villa, but it was all to protect you, you must believe me." Butler Lawson pleaded with May, looking extremely aggrieved.

May wasn’t buying his nonsense; she would rather believe Victor Grant now than trust Arthur Vance or any of his subordinates.

"Keep it up, I’m not in a hurry!" May waved her hand, signaling the servant, "Quickly help Butler Lawson clean his face. Look at his old tears, I can’t see his wonderful performance."