Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 163 Fight Back

It was time for revenge.

Horace sneered with satisfaction.

He would make those who had hurt Clara kneel down to beg for her forgiveness. He would let them

pay!

Clara slept so soundly that Horace did not want to wake her up.

Isaac said, "Mr. Kirkland, here we are. Should we wake Mrs. Kirkland up?"

"No, I will carry her in. You can take my wheelchair in. No strangers can see my legs since we are in

the garage inside my home."

"Yes, sir." Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Then, Horace got off and carried her into the house.

Isaac followed him with his wheelchair.

Horace carried Clara to the bedroom in order that she could take a good rest.

She seemed to be extremely exhausted and lost in a deep sleep, which showed that she had suffered

a lot from hard work and unhappiness for a whole day.

Horace slightly rubbed her forehead in sympathy, tucked her in gently and then left the room.

Together with Isaac, he went to the underground garage.

The person involved in the affair two years ago was found and now tied up tightly there, crouching

down with great fear. His thievish look made him an obvious undesirable.

Horace moved towards him slowly in his wheelchair and stopped in front of him. He asked coldly, "Tell

me what you did two years ago."

The thievish man begged for mercy obsequiously, "You must be the boss. Yet, it has already been two

years and I can remember nothing. I did nothing…"

Horace sneered. He gave no answer but cast an icy-cold look at that man, which seemed to be able to

cut him into pieces.

Although Horace said nothing, the intimidating air exuded from him could nearly freeze that man, which

made him shiver.

Isaac kicked him heavily and said, "No more tricks! We have already done a thorough investigation and

you should tell us everything or you will be tortured to death!"

Realizing that these two gentlemen were the real bosses, the thievish man finally understood that he

would really be tortured to death if he kept the secret any longer since those rich men would always

come up with new ideas to make him beg.

He finally implored, "Two gentlemen, I won't play tricks again. I will tell you everything you ask me."

Isaac ducked down and looked him in his eyes. He asked, "Tell me, did someone ask you to bring a

drugged girl to an old man two years ago?"

"A girl… an old man," the man rolled his eyes with an I-know-but-I-can't-remember-clearly look, trying

to cobble his memory together.

Horace snapped impatiently, "You didn't forget the reason why you were sent abroad, did you?"

Another kick from Isaac, "Never try to challenge our patience. You'd better tell us everything right now!"

"Oh! Sir, got it! It is just in my throat and I will recall it soon."

Horace and Isaac had seen many such people – bully the weak and fear the strong.

Isaac said, "It seems that you've done a lot of terrible things. Think carefully and tell us all about it!"

"Yes, sir!" the thievish man answered.

Although Horace was quiet in the wheelchair, the thievish man could still be scared to death by his

powerful, commanding air. He realized that if he told them nothing valuable, he would definitely be

killed!

He could, of course, remember everything about the affair that happened two years ago. It was

because of that girl that he had been sent abroad, so he hated that girl deeply.

"Well, I can remember it!" he said immediately.

He began his narration, "Two years ago, a pretty girl came to in a high-quality dress. At that time, I

wondered why a rich beauty like her would have any dealings with me and, to tell the truth, she was

indeed bold enough to come to me alone. She asked me to find him the dirtiest and the ugliest old man

that I have ever seen, and after that, she would pay me a large sum of money."

Horace and Isaac exchanged a look with each other. Here came the truth! They could finally find the

mastermind— a pretty girl!

The thievish man continued, "Therefore, she left a deep impression on me. I found her an old, ugly

gambler, which satisfied her. She was indeed generous and paid me a large sum of money. Moreover,

she sent me abroad later. To be honest, I didn't want to go abroad because my wife and my child are

here. Yet I had no other choice since she threatened me."

Horace asked, "What's her name? Do you have any photos and other personal information about her?"

The thievish man thought hard and answered, "I don't have her photo. Yet, I remember that she once

told me her name – Asha…no…well…Middle…Yes, Middleton! Her family name was Middleton! She

always talked about the Middleton family."

Horace and Isaac blurted out simultaneously, "Ashlee Middleton!"

"Right! It is her name! You are right, sir!" the thievish man nodded heavily.

Ashlee again!

Wonderful!

Fantastic!

Horace's expression sank into a deadly coldness and the darkness in his eyes shone the iciest light,

which nearly froze everyone present and scared them away.

Even Isaac stepped back with fear when seeing the darkness in Horace's eyes.

The thievish man lowered his head down immediately and stayed still and quiet. The cold air in the

garage together with the wheelchair man's scary look nearly scared him to death.

He wondered whether the man in the wheelchair would kill him and whether he would spring to his feet

and give him a heavy kick.

Deadly silence wrapped the garage and only Horace's heavy, angry breath could be heard.

After a long while, Horace finally calmed himself down. He thought about the whole affair and said to

the thievish man, "Now, go and confess your crime to the police."

"Well…" the thievish man did not want to go to jail.

Horace said, "Don't worry. If you do what I tell you, I will help you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the cruelty in Horace's eyes made him surrender immediately.

Isaac took the thievish man away to the police.

Horace stared behind them coldly.

As before, he would definitely not let him off easily. Yet, now since Clara was at the center of public

condemnation, he needed a man to help to clarify the whole thing for her.

Let him be alive in jail for several more days.

Then, Horace took out his phone and dialed a number, "I need you to do something for me."

The next morning, things happened in the villa of the Middleton family.

When Ashlee was still asleep and enjoying her dream where she was living an ideal life with Darren,

she was woken up by being shaken violently. She opened her eyes and found that it was Valerie.

Valerie looked scared and anxious.

"Mom, what's going on? Why did you wake me up so early?" Ashlee slightly rubbed her sleepy eyes

and asked.

Valerie said anxiously, "Ashlee, something happened! Check the news!"