Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 696 - 714: I Want to Do Something Bad (7)

Chapter 696: Chapter 714: I Want to Do Something Bad (7)

The sensation of weightlessness caused Theodore Bundy to scream loudly, and also brought his heart to the brink of an unbearable burden.

He never expected that this man would actually attempt to kill him without hesitation, as he had said.

He only thought he was being threatened.

At this moment, all his flukes and pride vanished, his mind went blank, and his survival instinct caused him to scream, "I’ll confess, I’ll confess everything, Mr. Stanton...!"

The strong wind swept past his ears, frightening him into shedding tears and shouting uncontrollably, "Mr. Stanton, I’ll confess everything you want to know, I’ll confess everything...!"

As his words trailed off, his sensation of falling suddenly stopped.

Theodore Bundy incredulously raised his head and saw that his wrist was tightly held by Percy Stanton, who was suspended in mid-air by an inconspicuous silver thread hanging from the plane.

It turned out that this man had plunged down with him.

But under such a free-fall situation, he was still able to maintain his usual calm and composure at this very moment.

How strong-willed was this man?

It was as if Percy Stanton could clearly see the amazement in Theodore Bundy’s eyes; he hooked his lips and sneered, saying, "Since you’ve decided to confess, do it here. If you tell even half a lie——"

Percy Stanton paused in his voice, reached out with his other hand, pulled a handgun from his waist, pointed it at Theodore Bundy’s wrist, and said, "Don’t blame me for showing no mercy."

It was a top-of-the-line German handgun made of pure black metal, reflecting a chilling radiance in the sunlight at an altitude of 30,000 feet.

The dark muzzle slowly aligned with Theodore Bundy’s wrist, and he could clearly hear the soft sound of the gun being cocked inside.

With the howling wind, the sound was barely audible but very heavy, like a call from hell.

Theodore Bundy began to shiver all over. Now, his entire life depended on the hand with which Percy Stanton held him. White clouds drifted past his waist, giving him an almost imperceptible touch and a sense of coldness.

It turned out that the rumors were true.

The rumor was that the Thompson Empire Group originated from the Black Country and later developed into today’s business empire.

Even if the current Thompson Empire Group seemed low-key and polite, they still wouldn’t tolerate any provocation or offense from outsiders.

Moreover, it was said that the people in the Thompson Empire Group were ruthless and merciless. Not until now did he realize that this was all true. He had always thought that going to prison was no big deal; as long as he didn’t admit to the murder, they couldn’t do anything to him. At most, they would lock him up for a few years, eating prison meals, and then he could still live a carefree life when he came out later.

He even thought, so what if the CEO of the Thompson Empire Group? How could he possibly harm him?

Now, he was completely wrong. From the very beginning, this astonishingly handsome man, who appeared refined and gentle, hadn’t shown his true colors. Once he did, he directly opened up the deepest fear in a person’s heart.

If he hadn’t really pushed him off the plane at the very moment the count fell to "one", such a realistic falling sensation would not have made him completely collapse.

Theodore Bundy looked at the pitch-black handgun with a somewhat dejected expression, his voice filled with utter fear as he said, "Mr. Stanton, if I confess everything, can you spare my life?"

Percy Stanton immediately laughed.

Suspended upside down, his facial features appeared even more profound and perfect. His smile was like the most enchanting flower blooming on the edge of a cliff: "Spare your life?"