Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie) novel Chapter 774

Owen's face was filled with fury as he glared at Charles. "I've been patient for so long, but now it's time for you to pay for everything."

Charles licked his lips, giving Owen a sneer. "Mr. Anderson, if Mr. Grant is still alive, he won't let you off. You'd better think this through, or Mrs. Grant won't spare you either."

Owen's anger grew with each word, his face filled with disdain. "Mrs. Grant?" Owen scoffed, "She's just a countrified girl who used her looks to rise to power, and now acts all high and mighty. Do you think she's something special? Charles, what a waste of your talents to be just a lackey. You switched allegiance from Matthew to Valerie just because he's not around. How pathetic!"

Owen sneered, gripping Charles's chin. "Why don't you join me instead? In Wakanda, you'll live in luxury and enjoy all the perks. If you're not interested in staying here, I can take you back to Kranson City. As long as you join my side, you'll have a much better life. It's better than being Matthew's lackey. What do you think?"

Charles spat at him. "Dream on! If you're scheming against Mr. Grant, you won't end up well. When Mr. Grant comes back, he won't let you get away with this, and Mrs. Grant will make sure you suffer too!"

Owen's anger flared as he saw Charles's defiance. His face twisted with rage, and he declared, "How dare you show such disrespect! If that's the case, you can die here in Wakanda alongside your Mr. Grant!"

"Nonsense! Mr. Grant will never die!" Charles shouted.

Owen laughed maniacally, "Matthew will never come back. As long as I'm here, he's doomed! Charles, you'll have company on your way to hell. Don't worry, I'll soon send him down there to join you. In the afterlife, you can keep being his lapdog!"

With a wave of his hand, Owen's men immediately restrained Charles. A gun was pressed against Charles's forehead. In the chaotic environment of Wakanda, killing someone was as easy as squashing an ant.

Charles furrowed his brow tightly and struggled desperately, but only received punches and kicks in return. Resigned, he closed his eyes, thinking, 'Mr. Grant, let me be your assistant in the next life. It's a shame that Mrs. Grant is alone in Kranson City, struggling against those people, and doesn't know how to handle them. If I die, Mrs. Grant will be left truly alone. Mr. Grant, where are you?'

As Charles took a deep breath, trembling all over, the gun was already cocked and ready to fire. Suddenly, there was a commotion, the guards surged forward, their guns now aimed directly at Owen. Shocked and alarmed, Owen shouted, "What are you doing!"

Charles opened his eyes to see the very people who had just been beating him now pinning Owen to the side. He couldn't help but be stunned, thinking, 'What's going on here?'

Owen shouted frantically, "You've got the wrong person! It's that guy you should be after! You fools, I'll give you the money as promised, just let me go!"

"Mr. Anderson, I'm afraid they don't care about your petty cash!" The voice suddenly rang out, causing both Owen and Charles to freeze in surprise. Moments later, a figure appeared, unhurried and with a dark expression on his face.

"Mr. Grant!" Seeing Matthew, Charles's face lit up with joy. He quickly struggled to his feet, stumbling over as his guards helped him. "Mr. Grant, you're alright!" he exclaimed.

Matthew nodded and said, "You've done well."

"Think about it—you're here, and Charles is here too. Meanwhile, back in Kranson City, the Noria Group is full of people ready to pounce, each one eager to grab some benefits. Valerie will be running herself ragged; can she handle them? By the time you get back, you'll probably be left dealing with the aftermath."

Looking at Owen's smug smile, Matthew knew that it wasn't the right time to burn bridges just yet. Although both of them were well aware that they were trying to push each other to the brink, reaching this point meant that neither would dare to act recklessly in the future.

Matthew knew this wasn't the right moment to make a move, so he smiled and said, "Why take it so seriously, Mr. Anderson? It's just a minor inconvenience. We were left with no other choice. I know you have a vast network, and inviting you through official channels might not have been possible, which is why we had to resort to this approach."

Owen scoffed, "Cut the act, Matthew! What exactly are you up to? Be honest and lay it out for me!"

Matthew shrugged. "It's nothing much. I just need you to help me find someone. With your skills, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Who are you looking for?" Owen asked, a bit surprised. It seemed like everyone wanted him to track someone down as if he were some kind of rescue team.

Matthew raised his eyebrows and said, "Ethan Warren!"