Chloe Grant naturally nodded in agreement to Matthew Morgan’s instructions.
He was about to leave; if she didn’t nod, would she shake her head and ask him not to go?
Matthew Morgan glanced at Chloe Grant and finally turned to leave.
The moment the door closed, Chloe Grant jumped up, "Wow! Finally free!"
She kicked off her shoes, stood directly on the sofa, and began to jump joyfully, even singing out of tune, her body moving wildly.
The closed door was pushed open at that very moment from the outside.
Chloe Grant was turning around, and when she looked up—she was dumbfounded! Frozen stiff!
The atmosphere in the room fell into a silent stillness.
"Ahem!" Matthew Morgan coughed lightly, "I forgot to tell you, I ordered takeout for you. Remember to eat."
After saying that, he retreated and closed the door.
Chloe Grant was still standing on the sofa. Her expression collapsed instantly, and with an "aww," she fell onto the sofa, burying her face and waving her hands wildly!
At the door, Matthew Morgan couldn’t help but smile as he heard the cries from inside.
Shaking his head, still hasn’t grown up.
Late at night, at the Royal City Harbor, as the cold wind whistled, a man holding a wounded hand, supported by several people, ran toward the dock somewhat awkwardly.
A ship was docking at this moment.
At the same time, on the other side, a man wearing a black trench coat with his hands in his pockets approached.
A few expressionless bodyguards followed behind him, closing in on that man.
The man clutching his right hand suddenly pushed away the people supporting him, raised the handgun in his hand, and aimed it ferociously at the approaching person.
Matthew Morgan stood his ground, a slight curve on his lips, "I told you, Royal City isn’t the Y Country. Stir up trouble on my turf, and you have to face the consequences—S!"
"So what? Even the grand Godfather of the Y Country Mafia fled in panic; what am I then?"
S laughed, "Do you think Ralph Koch would return?"
Matthew Morgan didn’t answer, directly reached for the gun in the nearest bodyguard’s jacket, and swiftly charged at S, aiming the gun at the hand holding the weapon.
S was shocked, dodging swiftly—
A muffled gunshot rang out, S’s body spun sideways, finally kneeling on one knee, supporting himself with one hand.
Beside him, there was a bullet hole on the ground, still smoking.
Matthew Morgan gave a slight tilt of his head, reassigned the gun sight apologetically, aiming at S’s head.
S looked up, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
The people supporting him reacted, quickly drawing their guns, but Matthew Morgan’s men had already subdued them.
S suddenly laughed, "If you had stayed in the Y Country back then, today’s Godfather of the Mafia would have nothing to do with Ralph Koch!"
Matthew Morgan coldly laughed, his gaze turning serious, and pulled the trigger aimed at S...
A heavy gunshot echoed, sparking on the ground.
S’s body already jumped to the ship’s edge, and as Matthew Morgan turned his head, he quickly jumped onto the ship.
As he boarded, the ship swiftly sailed away.
"Grandpa Morgan, aren’t we going after him?" James Heady approached Matthew Morgan, taking the gun from his hand.
"Trying to kill him isn’t that hard."
If it were so easy to kill this person, he wouldn’t have had the chance to step into the Royal City.
S and Ralph Koch are the two biggest dark forces in the Y Country, and for many years, they fought fiercely without a clear winner.
Matthew Morgan spent three years abroad not only recovering but also involved in many struggles between the two forces.