Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 145: This Woman Is Terrifying

After Victor Grant sent the injured brothers to the hospital for rescue, he pushed the door open, only to see Butler Lawson looking half-dead, sitting there having a servant wipe his face.

"I say, May, what’s going on here?" Victor Grant walked up to Butler Lawson, grabbed his shirt, and lifted him off the sofa, ready to use violence: "I’d say don’t bother with all this; one punch to kill this old thing would be enough."

"Don’t touch him; if he dies, you’ll be responsible, you know?" May Morgan frowned, couldn’t help but scold Victor Grant.

Victor Grant disdainfully turned to May Morgan with a cold snort, "What? Are you planning to be benevolent and let him go?"

"I’m not that kind-hearted!" May Morgan, after the servant finished wiping Butler Lawson’s face, ordered the servant, "Go and see if we have a camcorder at home. If there is, bring it to me; if not, get me a high-definition camera phone."

The servant heard the command and hurriedly went down with the water basin to find a camera. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Taking the opportunity, May Morgan stood up from the sofa and walked to Butler Lawson, threatening him sternly, "Butler Lawson, I’m giving you one chance now. If you admit outright that you brought people to kidnap me with guns barging in, I’ll let you go to the hospital. How about it?"

Butler Lawson, upon hearing this, rolled his eyes slightly, and with a mournful face, started to play mind games with May Morgan, "I can’t say anything against my conscience, can I? Young Madam, you have to see it clearly; clearly, I brought people to protect your safety, not..."

His excuse wasn’t finished when a heartrending scream burst out. May Morgan suddenly and deftly grabbed his right index finger and snapped it hard, breaking it completely.

The pain of the broken finger brought out beads of cold sweat on Butler Lawson’s face, and he screamed repeatedly.

Victor Grant’s facial muscles twitched involuntarily, watching Butler Lawson’s broken finger, thinking, how can this woman be so ruthless?

This is something else—she’s not only immensely strong but also brutally ruthless, practically the reincarnation of some fierce warrior. How did Vincent Vance end up marrying a woman like this?

"Butler Lawson, why are you screaming? I didn’t do anything to you."

May Morgan clapped her hands, nonchalantly "comforting" the utterly pained Butler Lawson, "Don’t worry, it’s just broken; when you get to the hospital later, it can be fixed up."

"You wicked woman... how dare you do this to me!" Although Butler Lawson was a servant in the Vance Residence, he was highly regarded as the old man’s right-hand man, enjoying a very high status throughout the Vance Family. Even Vincent Vance would greet him normally. But today, being tortured by this damn woman May Morgan in such pain, he certainly couldn’t swallow this anger, so his words were not as polite as before.

"Wicked woman? You’re right, I am indeed a wicked woman!" May Morgan, seeing that he was still uncooperative and arrogant, ruthlessly grabbed his hand, prepared to snap another finger, scaring Butler Lawson into a pallor as he hurriedly began to plead.

"Young Madam, I was wrong, I was wrong, I won’t talk nonsense anymore."

"Wrong? Then let’s start recording now." Seeing the servant had found the camcorder and brought it back, May Morgan sat back on the sofa, gesturing to the servant to open the camera and point it at Butler Lawson’s face, threatening him again, "Butler Lawson, if you don’t want to suffer, just honestly confess—was it the old man who sent you to capture me while Vincent was away?"

Butler Lawson’s eyes kept darting around, but he refused to admit it, mumbling because he knew the old man’s temper, and if he confessed, he feared for his life.

Seeing his continued dishonesty, May Morgan sighed slightly, using the last of her patience to say to him, "My patience is limited; I hope you won’t waste your last chance."

"Young Madam, it’s not what you think, I..." Butler Lawson playing on the perception of May as easy to bully, continued his last-ditch struggle.

May Morgan nodded, finally losing her last shred of patience, suddenly pulling a small silver gun from her pocket, pointing it at Butler Lawson’s head.

"After I got pregnant, my emotions have been a bit unstable; whenever I’m in a bad mood, I feel like killing someone; what do you say to that?"

Butler Lawson twitched his lips, staring at the gun in May Morgan’s hand for a long moment before saying haltingly, "If you kill me, it won’t benefit you; the old man won’t spare you."

"You’re right, that reminded me just now." May Morgan curved an eerie smile at the corner of her mouth, suddenly tossing the gun to Victor Grant: "Your shooting is accurate; first shoot one of his legs off, but be careful not to take his life!"

Victor Grant caught the gun, smugly walking towards Butler Lawson: "That’s easy; I’ve got perfect aim when it comes to shooting. If you want me to hit this old thing in the legs, I won’t mess up his balls!"

May Morgan stared at Victor Grant with exasperation, "Can’t you talk seriously?"

Spouting obscenities is one thing, but this is not the place to make such crude jokes, really...

Victor Grant chuckled awkwardly after May Morgan scolded him, "It’s a habit."

May Morgan rolled her eyes, speechless, and said again, "If Mr. Grant, you really can’t control that mouth of yours, maybe you should leave first?"

"Hey, doesn’t this count as kicking me out after the job’s done? Now that things are settled, you want to kick me out? I refuse to leave!"

Victor Grant’s stubbornness ignited, and he turned and fired a shot into Butler Lawson’s thigh. The shot was so sudden that not only did Butler Lawson not expect it, but even May Morgan had no psychological preparation.

So after Butler Lawson’s thigh was shot, it took him a full half-minute to realize he had just gotten shot again.

"Ah, my leg, my leg!"

Butler Lawson wanted to reach out to cover his thigh, which was spurting blood, but his right hand was disabled from May’s finger-breaking, his left hand injured by Victor’s shot. Now he could only watch helplessly as his thigh bled profusely, unable to do anything.

"May Morgan, I warn you, if you abuse me like this, the old man won’t let you off!" Butler Lawson gritted his teeth unwillingly, threatening May Morgan.

May Morgan raised her eyebrows, deliberately turning her head to look at the people around, asking them, "Did any of you see me abuse Butler Lawson?"

People around weren’t fools; no way they’d nod, so they shook their heads vigorously, saying: "No, no, the Young Madam is kind-hearted, and frail; how could she abuse Butler Lawson?"

"Yeah, his injuries are from a fight; what’s that got to do with me? Right? Butler Lawson?"

May Morgan boasted proudly as she purposely flexed her finger joints. Recalling the terrifying scene of her snapping his finger in an instant, Butler Lawson was frightened into silence, not daring to utter another word.