Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 803 - 821: Misfortune of Being Just One Step Behind (11)

It was a top-grade German handgun, fashioned from pure black metal. Struck by sunlight from thirty-thousand feet in the air, it reflected an icy chill that pierced the heart.

The pitch-black muzzle slowly met Theodore Bundy’s wrist as he distinctly heard the sound of the gun being loaded.

Accompanied by the whistling wind, the sound was barely audible yet heavily ominous, akin to a call from hell.

Theodore Bundy started shivering uncontrollably. At this moment, his life hung entirely on the hand Percy Stanton used to grip him. A white cloud passed around his waist, the barely detectable sensation sent a chill down his spine.

So, the rumors were true.

The tale of Thompson Empire Group, which originated from the Black Country and has since grown into the current business empire, was not a myth.

Even though the contemporary Thompson Empire Group appears low-key and polite, they do not tolerate external provocation or disrespect.

Moreover, it was said that the people within the Thompson Empire Group were ruthless and showed no mercy. Only now did he realize that these were all true. He had always presumed that imprisonment was nothing to be worried about, as long as he did not admit to the murder. They couldn’t do anything to him, imprisoning him at most for a few years, where he would surviving on prison meals. Afterwards, he could still lead a carefree life.

He even thought, what could the CEO of Thompson Empire Group do to him?

Now, he realized he was entirely and horribly mistaken. This striking man, who always appeared scholarly reserved, was fierce and terrifying once he took action, stirring deep-seated fears.

If not for the real feeling of falling from the airplane he experienced right at that moment, he wouldn’t have completely collapsed.

Theodore Bundy looked at the shiny black handgun, visibly deflated as he spoke with utmost fear: "Mr. Stanton, if I confess everything, could you spare my life?"

Percy Stanton laughed in response.

Despite being suspended upside down, his visage was perfect. His smile was like the most enchanting flower growing off a cliff’s edge: "Spare your life?"

"Mr. Bundy... your answers have not satisfied me. Do you think you are in a position to negotiate terms?"

Percy Stanton’s voice instantly turned harsh and cold: "Now, you only have two options before me – either you die, or you speak!"

As Percy Stanton loosened his grip on Theodore Bundy’s wrist, the man cried out using all his might: "Mr. Stanton, you’re right. For the past few years, I’ve been involved in taking money to cause others misfortune. A few days ago, I was not targeting you but a lady called Isabel Smith. It was Sebastian Smith, the former general manager of Smith Corporation, and his wife Carla Osbert who hired me. They offered me two million to murder Isabel Smith."

As Theodore Bundy spoke, Percy Stanton’s expression slightly softened. He did not cut in but listened with a cold gaze to Theodore Bundy’s words.

"I have done many such jobs that I have become an expert. In only one day, I roughly figured out Isabel Smith...