The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 155

Matthew's ice-cold gaze fell upon Rose as he slowly lifted the bone crusher.

He pressed the blade against her fair neck.

Blood dripped steadily from the knife.

The red droplets contrasted sharply against her white skin, and the scent of blood permeated the air.

Rose's eyelids twitched and fear flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly composed herself.

She carefully scrutinized the man before her-a cold expression, sharp eyes, and a body that wasn't muscular but seemed to hold the ferocity of a wild beast.

It was as if she would become his prey at any given second.

Instinctively, she wanted to retreat but didn't dare move an inch. "Jeffrey was the one who wanted you dead, not me. There's no need to treat a woman like this, right?"

"Just now, you cooperated with Jeffrey to hold me back, no? I won't kill you, but I'll

fell. Breaking her legs was as good as

quickly adopted a different demeanor and put

could a little woman like me stop a strong man like you? I would have to obediently let you pass." She

hope you

spoke, he

approach hadn't worked,

was clearly immune to both threats and seduction.

I'll deal with the two bodies for you. If the Smith family comes to investigate, I'll say I don't know

too troublesome. After you die, I'll just set this bar on fire. That

into a cold sweat. It seemed

any issues should you spare me. In the future, Windstorm

Windstorm Sect?

word, and I can't find you, I'll come after them

sigh of relief after finally getting through this