Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

She didn't know this man well, despite him saving her and her feeling grateful toward him.

Even so, it didn't mean that he could raise such a ridiculous request.

"My motive is simple. Ten thousand dollars and a week of your time." Vincent leaned back casually against the chair and said, "Or you could just give me ten billion dollars." Rosalie said solemnly, "I don't have ten billion dollars."

"If you don't, then let's make it ten thousand dollars and a week of your time. If you can't afford either option, I'd have saved you in vain and I'll kill you."

His voice sounded like a rumble in the night, dangerous and with a tinge of wickedness.

He felt like a serpent hidden in the night, silently attacking his next victim in a way that made one shudder in fright.

Rosalie suddenly felt uneasy. She didn't know if it was in hindsight or because this man changed way too fast. He had just blocked a bullet for her at the risk of his life.

After coming here, he even let her drive his car off and gave her a gun for self-defense.

But now, he was acting like a completely different person, one who was evil and wicked.

Rosalie looked straight into Vincent's eyes, as if trying to see through them.

one would risk his life for the sake of money. Since you blocked the bullet for me, why would you kill me? I don't know why you're saying something so ruthless, but whatever it is, I hope you'll make a full recovery

Rosalie stood

done with lunch. Take your time with the food. I'm leaving this place now. My son is waiting for me

She grabbed it, and pulled out a pen and a post-it note, and scribbled

me when you have a reasonable figure in mind. I won't shirk responsibility. But I really can't afford ten billion dollars. Even a kidnapper wouldn't ask for an amount they

and went on, "I'll be off now. Thank you once again for saving me. I'll hail

Rosalie turned

was about to open the

"Ahh!"

fright and stumbled a few steps back before collapsing on

there were a few gunshot holes around the

her face as sweat beaded on her brows. Her face went as pale

short distance away, toying with a gun in his hand and a sardonic smirk

gave

to leave without choosing any of them. That's not too good You've

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