Chapter 229: Chapter 229: He Hugged Her
The man in black realized the situation was unfavorable, immediately jumped out of the car to escape, but was kicked to the ground by James Grant.
"Please, let me go!"
The man in black, terrified, kneeled and begged for mercy before the man who seemed like a grim reaper.
Summer Monroe managed to regain her composure, suppressed the fear in her heart, and walked up.
"Tell me, who sent you, who is behind this?"
The man in black hesitated, and the man behind him slightly tilted his head, staring at him.
That gaze was as if he was looking at a dead object, causing the man in black to urinate in fear instantly.
"I don’t know! The man only said, someone named Summer Monroe, her husband died, if we kidnap her, we’ll get ten million! I really don’t know who that person is!"
The words of the man in black made Summer Monroe’s whole body stiffen.
In panic, she cursed, and then took out her phone to call the police.
"Won’t talk, huh? Then let the police interrogate you!"
Within minutes, the accident on The Argent River Bridge had alerted the police station and the ambulance.
The police arrived at the scene and took those people away; after a doctor briefly disinfected and bandaged James Grant, they also returned to the police station with them.
Summer Monroe stood beside, looking at the wound on James Grant’s forehead.
Recalling how he disregarded everything, not even fearing death just to save her, stirred a pain in her heart.
She walked over and suddenly hugged him, her tone full of heartache.
"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault; I will take responsibility for you."
James Grant frowned, coldly pushed her away, and stood alone, every contour of his figure carrying a sharp chill.
"Summer, don’t harbor any ill thoughts, or next time, I’ll watch you die."
Summer Monroe, extending her goodwill only to be coldly humiliated, bit her lower lip hard in embarrassment.
"Why, didn’t you already make an appointment to meet me last time? You want to be with me, don’t you? Lynn Yates is not suitable for you; in her heart, her career will always be more important than you!"
She spoke with conviction.
James Grant lowered his gaze slightly, the chaotic strands of hair couldn’t hide the scar on his forehead, his lips pressed down as if suppressing the blood that surged up.
"Whether I marry or not has nothing to do with you; as for you and me, there is no chance."
"You!"
Surrounded by onlookers, Summer Monroe was extremely embarrassed.
She gave him a fierce glare and turned away.
He stood straight in place, his abyss-deep eyes turned back, but unexpectedly saw someone.
He was stunned.
The Grant Family received the news and hurried to the police station.
And Evelyn Clayton, upon receiving the call, immediately put down her work, intensely sped across the road in a car, almost having an accident.
Arriving at the police station, she barely dared to breathe as she ran over frantically.
At that moment she saw Summer Monroe hugging James Grant.
This scene, like a massive hammer, struck her heart fiercely.
In excruciating pain, blood oozed out.
Her lips slightly parted, her face flushed from running, sweat streaming down her forehead, the original anxiety and fear in her heart completely ignited in that moment.
"Evelyn Clayton?"
James Grant came to himself, his face clouded and extremely complicated, yet his voice was hoarse and extremely unpleasant to hear.
Three words.
Yet they completely shattered all of Evelyn Clayton’s disguises and defenses.
As if suffocating, she strained to lift her jaw, gasping for breath with her mouth wide open.
Every breath caused sharp pain in her chest, making it unbearable.
As he took a few steps forward, she retreated a few steps.
Her throat seemed to be choked, Evelyn Clayton couldn’t utter a word, staggering a few steps back.
The corners of her red lips gradually curved into a sad smile.
Before James Grant could come forward to explain, Evelyn Clayton turned and ran desperately.