Chapter 277: Chapter 277



Matthew remained silent and Armand panicked. He wanted to save his grandmother, but he didn’t want Dolores to be in danger. Sampson did all this just to get Dolores. If he left him, would she ever come back?

Sampson had the bomb on him.

If this were a simple stranger taken hostage by Sampson, Dolores might hesitate, but this was Armand’s grandmother, the only member of Matthew’s best friend’s family.

She couldn’t let him get hurt because of her.

Sampson laughed. His laugh came from his chest, full of mockery and sarcasm, “Lola, I told you only I love you, only I would do anything for you. Open your eyes and look at Matthew. Does he care about you?”

“I go and you let Mistress Leslie go,” Dolores said, her face expressionless. She ignored Sampson’s words.

Seeing Dolores’ calm face, Sampson lost control and shouted, “Wake up! Isn’t he afraid I’ll die with you and we’ll be a couple of ghosts?”

“He’s crazy!” Armand gritted his teeth angrily, “He could really do it. He had the bomb on him and obviously wanted to die with us.”

Matthew was still silent, like an extremely patient cheetah, waiting for the opportunity to take down his prey in one shot.

Dolores continued, “The one you want is me. It’s personal and must be settled by us. You holding an old woman hostage will only make me hate you more.”

Sampson’s eyes turned red, “What did you say!”.

He was shocked and couldn’t suppress his frustration, “You hate me!!! Haha…. You hate me!” his smile suddenly disappeared and his face distorted, “I’m too stupid to obey you in everything. You’re with Matthew because he slept with you, aren’t you, do you love him? No, you don’t love him. You’re only with him for the sake of your two children. You love me! If I had slept with you despite your rejection, you’d be with me now. In the end, it is I who have spoiled you too much.”

Not even a lunatic could describe Sampson now. He was so unhinged and horrible that even his mind and logic were not normal.

Dolores’ hands hanging at her sides clenched into fists, “I’m here. Let go of Mistress Leslie.”

Sampson lowered his head. Mistress Leslie was old. Perhaps because she was frightened, she was still shaking and couldn’t say anything.

Armand was anxious: “Shit, he’s a psycho! He’s much scarier than a normal person when he’s sick.”

“Sampson, what do you want!” Dolores grew impatient. She felt that Mrs. Leslie was not well.

She was so old she couldn’t stand this.

“Give me a car.” Nobody wanted to die, and neither did he. He put the bomb in his body just to save his life. Only when he couldn’t escape would he choose to die with them.

Now he had a hostage, one who was very important to them, so he had a chance to escape.

“Give him a car,” Armand said and looked at Matthew. The latter said nothing, so he agreed.

Soon, the bodyguard drove a car. He was about to pass the key and try to rescue Mistress Leslie while he had the chance, but Sampson wasn’t stupid. He shouted, “Don’t come any closer.”

The bodyguard said, “How am I going to give you the car key if I don’t come any closer?”

“Give it to Lola,” he said, throttling Mrs. Leslie and looking askance at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment. It was Dolores who reached over and took the key first.

“Get in the car. You drive. Don’t even think of running away or I’ll kill her,” Sampson threatened.

Dolores shot him a look. Then she turned around, got into the car and started it.

Sampson dragged Mistress Leslie into the car and sat in the back seat. He looked at Dolores, “Drive south.”

He had Mrs. Leslie, so Dolores had to do what he said.

Sampson sensed Dolores deliberately slowing the car, and he slapped Mrs. Leslie hard, and she was instantly unconscious without screaming in pain.

But Dolores heard the slap. She turned around and saw Sampson’s grim expression and the slap mark on Mrs. Leslie’s face.

Dolores was irritated. She hadn’t expected Sampson to be so crazy as to abuse even the elderly.

Sampson glared at Dolores, “I said no tricks. Or I’ll kill her. Drive faster.”

Dolores bit her lip and stepped on the accelerator.

The car went like an arrow the moment Dolores stepped on the accelerator.

It left an unpleasant smell of exhaust fumes.

“Turn right,” Sampson instructed her.

Dolores sensed his intentions. She wanted to get on the freeway. If they got on the freeway, it would be hard for them to control it. And it was easy to have an accident on the freeway.

He said calmly, “You only want me. Let Mrs. Leslie go. She is a burden to you and an obstacle to your escape. It’s all the same to you to hold me hostage.”

Sampson said coldly, “Drive your car.”

“You only want me, don’t you? Why do you keep holding Mistress Leslie when I’m willing to go with you? She’s in a coma, aren’t you afraid she’ll die? When that happens, you’ll be a murderer.”

“Even if I let her go, will Matthew let me go?”

Yes, if Matthew caught him this time, he wouldn’t let him go.

“Why do you stop talking?” Sampson scoffed.

“You won’t let her go, will you?” Dolores’s voice went cold, too. Since he wouldn’t let Mistress Leslie go, she had to do it the hard way, “There’s a steep hill ahead, so let’s die together.”

“Are you crazy!” Sampson’s eyes widened.

“Yes, I am crazy. You drive me crazy.” Dolores was surprisingly calm. When she almost reached the steep incline ahead of her, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, “Let’s end our quarrel here today.”

She turned the steering wheel —-

“Wait.”

Dolores expected this word from him.

Creeak—-

The tires scraped the ground with a rough sound. A long brake mark was left on the ground.

Sampson broke into a cold sweat, “I’ll leave her.”

Even without Mistress Leslie, he could have Dolores as a bargaining chip.

He pushed open the car door. To keep Dolores from escaping, he unbuckled his belt and tied Dolores’ hands. Then, he threw Mrs. Leslie out of the car. Dolores was enraged by Sampson’s rude behavior. She opened the car door and kicked it shut, leaving Sampson’s belt caught in the gap. Sampson panicked and immediately yelled, “Get in.”

Dolores did not move. Sampson, enraged, opened the car door and jumped out. He grabbed Dolores by the neck, “Do you want to die, is that what you want?”

Dolores saw out of the corner of her eye that someone was approaching them. She smiled and said through gritted teeth, “If I die, you won’t survive.” The wind was so strong that it muffled her voice.

Sampson still heard her, “Haha…”

He laughed wildly, “I won’t let you die. I want you to stay by my side forever. Even if you die, you must be a ghost bound to me…”

Pam!

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