Take My Breath Away

Although he didn't look back, Gifford was able to dodge Wesley's slipper, so it flew straight to the landing of the staircase.

"Get it back for me," Wesley growled from behind.

Gifford walked up to the slipper but didn't pick it up. Instead, he turned to Wesley, gave him a wicked grin, and kicked his slipper down to the ground floor.

"You bastard!" Wesley immediately picked up his remaining slipper and ran after his son.

Seeing him coming, Gifford dashed downstairs as fast as he could. So when Wesley reached the landing, he was already at the door of the living room.

Before opening the door, he turned to Wesley and said, "Dad, you can't do it anymore. You are already very old. You can't even catch up with me now."

Squinting his eyes, Wesley ignored his mockery and said, "Gifford, I remember there is something important we haven't told you yet." The last time that Gifford came home, Wesley and Blair only urged him to take Chantel and get their marriage licenses. No one had mentioned to him that Chantel was pregnant.

"What is it?" Gifford asked confusedly.

With a mysterious smile on his face, Wesley just said, "Never mind. I'm going to bed now."

Since he entered the military, Gifford had always been earnest and never went back on his word before his soldiers. But when Wesley refused to answer, he decisively returned to the living room and said with a cheeky smile, "Dad, I'll take your slipper upstairs." What Wesley wanted to tell him must be something important, so he was eager to know it.

"Never mind. I don't need my slipper anymore."

"Dad, I'll buy you a new pair of slippers." 'I'll buy you a pair of slippers worth 99 cents, ' he thought to himself.

But Wesley didn't even bother to answer him this time.

Feeling disappointed, he looked at the slipper and thought for a while, before he turned around and left.

As soon as he went out, he took his phone and sent a message to Erica, asking, "Rika, how are you now?"

It only took a short while when he received her response. "I'm doing fine."

'Since she is fine, I won't go to Y City anymore, ' he thought.

Inside their bedroom in the villa, Matthew took Erica's phone and put it on the bedside table. He then turned off the light and lay down beside her. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Erica woke up the next morning, Matthew was already tidying up his clothes, getting ready for work.

The moment he saw her eyes open, he turned around and handed her a bank card. "Phoebe has already transferred the ten million dollars."

She just stared at it for a long time before saying, "Mm."

He waited for her to take the card, but she didn't, so he ordered, "Take it."

"No, thanks," she refused unhesitatingly. She didn't want any money from the people she hated the most.

He didn't force her anymore. Instead, he said, "Have a good rest. I have to go to the company today. Just call me if you need anything."

She just answered in a low voice, "Mm."

Matthew was about to leave, but when he noticed her mood, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the quilt. He bent over and whispered in her ear, "I thought we're okay now that I've already explained everything to you."

He couldn't understand why she seemed to be still angry.

Erica shut her eyes and said, "Go to the company now." She was actually brewing a big plan.

He stood up and said, "Okay. But I'll come back at noon so we can have lunch together."

This time, she didn't say anything more, so he left.

What Matthew didn't know was as soon as he left, Erica immediately got up from the bed and took her phone to call Gifford.

It took a while before her call was answered, but it was not Gifford. "Hello, Erica. Gifford is busy right now. What's up?"

She recognized the man's voice as one of Gifford's soldiers. "Hi! I have something urgent to talk to him. When is he free?"

"I'll bring the phone to him now. Wait a minute."

"Okay. Thank you!"

After a short while, Gifford's voice came from the other end of the line. "What's wrong?"

"Where are you?" she asked.

"In A Country."

She suddenly got confused. "Didn't you say that you'd come to Y City to avenge me?" she asked anxiously.

"Didn't you say that you were all right?"

"When did I say that?" After Matthew had explained everything, she had forgiven him. But it didn't mean that she wouldn't deal with the Su sisters anymore.

"I asked you on WeChat last night, and you replied you were all right."

Upon hearing it, she immediately checked her WeChat. Indeed, there was a reply to Gifford's message. However, it was not she who sent the message. "It was Matthew who replied to you," she said. She had already fallen asleep at that time.

"So, do you still need me to go there now?" Gifford asked.

"Not really. Anyway, forget about it." Matthew had already put a lot of bodyguards outside their gate, so she felt like Gifford didn't need to come.

Gifford asked confusedly, "Have you and Matthew made up?"

"Not yet. I have to go now. I have something else to do."

She then hung up the phone.

Looking at his phone, Gifford was speechless for a while. Since when did Erica become busier than him?

Inside a five-star hotel in Y City, the lights were shining brightly at the grandiose lobby. Most people who came for dinner today were successful businessmen, scholars, and famous stars in the entertainment industry.

At this moment, more than a dozen men and women were inside Room 266.

Most of them were from the business circle, and the one who organized the dinner was Carlson Wang, who was also a business tycoon.

"Camille, why did Carlson Wang invite us to dinner?" Phoebe, who felt uneasy, asked in a low voice.

Camille had met Carlson Wang several times, but she always avoided him because of his bad reputation. Someone else had invited her and Phoebe to this dinner today. They only found out Carlson Wang was the host when they arrived. "Don't worry. I'm sure that man won't set me up. We will be fine here," Camille answered.

The man she was referring to was the one who invited them here. Instead of backing out, she just comforted herself and Phoebe.

Everyone knew that Carlson Wang was a BDSM maniac. Some women had died in his bed, but he had been using his money to cover up his crimes.

He had been taking a fancy to the beautiful Camille since the first time he saw her. He had actually tried to pursue her a couple of times, but she never took him seriously.

This time, Camille couldn't help feeling uneasy as she quietly took a sip of champagne while listening to Carlson Wang swanking in front of everyone.

Phoebe and Camille only felt relieved when the dinner had ended, and they walked out of the private room.

Carlson Wang was so horrible that even having dinner with him in the same room sent a chill down their spines.

But as they entered the elevator, several bodyguards came out of nowhere and blocked them.

One of them pressed the button to the twenty-sixth floor.

Phoebe immediately yelled in panic, "We are going down!"

But no one responded, and the elevator had begun to rise.

If they remembered it correctly, on the twenty-sixth floor were the presidential suites of this hotel.

All of a sudden, the sisters had a feeling that something was not right. They quietly looked at each other as panic flashed across their eyes.