The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 270 - 250, People like this only deserve a life worse than death.

Chapter 270: 250, People like this only deserve a life worse than death.

As he spoke, he moved the muzzle of the pistol again to his left earlobe, feigning a pull on the trigger.

Even the most obtuse of men would know by now that he made the wrong bet. Michael Gordon wasn’t interested in his propositions at all; on the contrary, he seemed to want him dead at this very moment!

"Gor... Gordon, just end it quickly!"

If his suggestion didn’t work, then he was really just waiting for death. The fear instilled by Michael Gordon was nearly driving his soul out of his body. Not having heard a response from Michael for a while, he looked up to see the cold, sadistic smile on Michael’s face. The dark pleasure and intense fear it induced was overwhelming his own bloodthirsty heart.

He who always considered himself a demon was taken aback that there could exist others who were more devilish than he was. The realization caused his entire body to shudder, every bit of his consciousness instinctively seeking help.

It was clear that the boss wasn’t looking out for him anymore. Otherwise, someone would have come to his rescue by now. Being in this line of work, they were always on high alert. If even this hidden cave was discovered, all that was left was escape.

So he was the abandoned one!

In other words, his pleas for help were futile!

"End it quickly?" The more the man pleaded, the more Michael’s vengeful thoughts surfaced. The more afraid the man was now, the more Ivy must have been afraid before he arrived.

If she wasn’t so terrified, she wouldn’t have gone so far as to attempt suicide by biting her tongue. Thinking about how Ivy nearly killed herself to preserve her innocence agitated Michael to the point where he loathed himself for not having protected her properly.

The first time, it was a car accident. This time, she was kidnapped.

These happened in Andras City, right under his watch. He felt incredibly useless, unable to even protect his own woman!

So, besides revenge, he now wanted to vent his rage—his rage at his impotence!

"Bang!"

Another gunshot echoed, and the man’s left earlobe was punctured, blood dripping out.

"Adam, did you get the video when we came in?"

"Boss, I’ve recorded the video and taken photos of him trying to rape your wife. You can play without worry!"

He had recorded the video for future use. After they were done, it would be passed to the police station. How could he forget such a thing?

If he did forget, he would be an incompetent assistant!

That’s what Adam thought.

"Michael Gordon, finish me if you dare. I’ve slept with enough women in my life, so if I die, it’s worth it!"

In his lifetime, he had been with countless women: from 80-year-old elderly women to 12-year-old girls. He had sampled everyone, young and old. If he had been able to bed Michael’s wife just now, he could die a proud ghost.

"Life is short, to live is to be fierce. I’ve lain with so many women, I’m fiercer than most. If I were to die, it would be worthwhile!"

"Die? Worth?" Michael Gordon heard these words as if they were a joke. A blood-thirsty chuckle crawled up his throat. "Death seems appropriate for a murderer, but you are just short of that. After all, you haven’t killed anyone. Rape doesn’t get you the death penalty, so... it seems like you don’t even qualify to die!"

Wants to die?

He’s really dreaming!

Damaging his beloved one has been resolved as easily as just dying?

He is indulged in his foolish dream.

"Michael Gordon..."

"Do you want to say I don’t have the guts?" Before the man could respond, the mouth of Michael’s gun was thrust directly into his mouth, the trigger being gradually pulled back, "Tell me, if my bullet penetrates your head, what color will your brain matter be when it spurts out? Red or white?"

Seeing that man’s eyeballs bulging as large as lanterns from fear, Michael nonchalantly added, "Oh, sorry, for a person like you, your brain matter should be black. Oh, right, I heard that people who have their brains blown out don’t even get a brain when they go to hell, right?"

"Pfft!"

Adam couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He had never seen this interesting side of the boss. In his memory, the boss was always straightforward and brutal. He claimed things he wanted and discarded things he didn’t—even his own wife was claimed this way.

Those who crossed the boss were ruthlessly killed. But playing this heart-pounding game with others in such a cute way was a first. So, he had to learn from it as well!

"Adam, do you think I’m right?"

Hearing Adam’s laughter, Michael purposely nudged the gun that was still poking in the man’s mouth, pulling the trigger down a bit more. The tension in the air was so dense, it seemed like any second they would get to see the man’s brain matter splatter. Frightened to the core, the man tried to scream but couldn’t. Suddenly, he rapidly twitched his legs.

The next moment, the one screaming out loud was Adam.

"Boss, look!"

"What should I look at!"

Michael Gordon was busy tormenting the frightened man, naturally, he wasn’t intrigued by Adam’s exclamation.

"Boss, he pissed himself!" Adam pointed at the man’s crotch and shouted with a malicious smile, "He’s so scared he wet himself! Haha, what a wimp, even Ivy has more guts than him!"

At least she had the guts to attempt suicide!

Hearing Adam’s words, Michael frowned, and then followed his gestures towards the man’s crotch, observing a different kind of fluid that was steadily trickling out.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Michael snickered contemptuously, a trace of sarcasm radiating off him, "Even in this state, he can still piss? I didn’t know this function of men was so powerful!"

Even after being shot by him, he could still piss. Thinking along those lines, the gun in the man’s mouth was suddenly pulled out and transferred at the speed of lightning to his crotch.

Before the man could react, another gunshot rang out!

Right after, Adam saw something explode out from the man’s crotch, accompanied by a shower of blood...

"Ahh!"

"Ahh!"

Two sharp cries, one male and one female, echoed simultaneously. The large cave they were in seemed to tremble violently.

"Ivy, how did you get in here!"

Hearing the scream behind him, Adam instinctively turned around and saw Ivy, her mouth covered and eyes wide open in disbelief as she stared at the broken man lying on the floor. Beside her was Oliver Thompson!

"How could you let her in?"

Hearing the voice, Michael swiftly stood up and threw the pistol to Adam, "Call the police to pick him up!"

After Michael finished speaking, he looked down at the dazed Ivy. Bending over, he lifted her into his arms, pressing her face into his chest to force her not to look at the man. Walking to the entrance of the cave, he turned back to Adam and added, "Oh, and tell the police that I got a little excited and started playing a new game on behalf of the women he raped!"

Adam: "..."

Is that what they call a game?

Ivy: "..."

Why is her husband so domineering?

Oliver Thompson: "..."

Mr. Gordon’s dark side is increasingly resembling our Mr. Thompson!