'Damn it! I'm trapped now!'

Erica raised her hands above her head and surrendered obediently. She slowly turned around to confirm her predicament. Yes, Kirk was pointing a gun at her.

Kirk stood up from his seat and grabbed the dagger from the hand of his goon. He stalked toward Erica brandishing the knife, his expression dangerous like a jungle cat.

"Hey, Kirk. What are you doing? Let's not be hasty here! Didn't you ask me to be your woman?" Erica couldn't laugh anymore, seeing the gun and dagger in his hands. She was almost hysterical, so she forced herself to try and calm down.

Kirk pressed the tip of the dagger against her chest and slowly moved up. At last, he pressed it against her smooth chin. With an evil smile on his face, he said, "I could cut your garments to ribbons. I might even cut you in the process. Should we do this here, or maybe go somewhere more...private?"

'Damn it! You bastard!' Erica couldn't help cursing in her heart. 'You've gone too far this time! Try it, try anything, and I'll make you a eunuch!' "Of course..."

Before she could finish her words, someone kicked in the door behind her.

Fortunately, she had already backed away. Otherwise the door would have flattened her.

A group of bodyguards in suits and leather shoes polished to perfection rapidly filed in, forming two rows once they got inside. They cornered Kirk's men, having unholstered their guns before they came in. The bodyguards spooked the goons into silence.

All eyes turned to look at the tall man who strode in last. Even if they couldn't see him clearly, everyone felt his noble aura.

Even Kirk was astonished by the man's imposing manner. He strolled over to Kirk, and kicked the gun from the man's hand.

As Kirk dug into his jacket for another weapon, the other man already had a Glock 19 Gen5 pointed at Kirk's temple. He knew exactly what he was doing, since he'd clearly customized the frame size with backstraps and removed the finger grooves from the grip.

The man was efficient yet smooth, all actions taking place without missing a beat. Erica was charmed by how cool he looked.

She looked at the man, eyes full of affection. It was obvious she was very much in love.

Kirk's gun had landed near a bodygu

l place, and then tried to put her arms around him. Matthew pushed her away. He stared at her in disgust and said, "Go take a shower."

The woman lowered her head and took a look. Then she realized she was all covered in dirt. She was filthy. "Okay!" But before she went to shower, she ran to him and kissed him on the cheek happily.

The man's disgusted eyes gradually turned gentle as he watched her scamper off.

By the time she had taken her shower, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Matthew sat on the edge of the bed, engrossed in a phone call. She shooed him off the bed so she could put down fresh sheets and blankets.

Not long after that, he hung up the phone. She couldn't wait to ask, "Why are you here again?"

Matthew was speechless. 'What else could I do? Because you haven't left yet!' he sighed inwardly.

Besides, he had already guessed that it would be dangerous for her to stay here, so he came here with a group of bodyguards, intending to leave the bodyguards here to protect her. However, as soon as they arrived at the Tow Village, Tessie told them that Erica had gone to Kirk's place. So, he hurried there to help her.

Matthew didn't answer but asked, "So, you're a widow?" 'Did she mean I am dead?'

Erica didn't expect him to bring up this topic at all. Seeing the warning in the man's eyes, she smiled awkwardly, held his head in her arms, and tried to muddle through. "I don't know. They were just talking bullshit. By the way, how are our kids doing?"