Chapter 4

• Elijah’s POV
• I'm Elijah Herald, the head of the Herald family, and today I've come here to personally kill the traitor Alexander Hill .
• But I never expected to encounter her here.
• I remember her, the pregnant woman who fearlessly blocked my car just a few hours ago.
• In this city, anyone who sees the Herald family emblem automatically gives way to us, unless they want to die.
• "Crawl over here."
• I coldly watched the woman on the ground, gasping for air.
• I didn't know why she appeared here hours later. It seemed she would soon become prey for that old lecher.
• "Boss, one escaped, Tony Sopran, sent by Maxwell to flatter Alexander Hill. Their gift is this pregnant woman."
• I nodded. "Since he's not one of Alexander Hill's people, spare his life. Let him go warn Maxwell not to entertain any foolish thoughts."
• My subordinate nodded slightly, and my attention returned to the woman in front of me.
• Under my gaze, she trembled, but quickly dragging her bulky body and half kneeling, she crawled towards me.
• She looked even more disheveled than a few hours ago, her face covered in sweat from fierce struggling, disheveled hair clinging tightly to her face, bruises and swelling evident on her snow-white forehead.
• Fresh red marks from the iron chains remained on her wrists and bare feet. Two buttons were missing from her shirt, and amidst the disarray, one could vaguely see her perky breasts.
• Perhaps due to pregnancy, her chest looked particularly full, almost swollen.
• Because her belly was so large, she had to carefully straighten her upper body, her posture seeming... as if she were trying to show off her charming chest.
• My gaze deepened, struggling to shake off the vile thoughts in my mind.
• What the hell? Do I have the same disgusting fetish as Alexander Hill?
• Do I like pregnant women?
• I was shocked by my own conclusion, gripping the white handkerchief until it pricked my skin, snapping out of my absurd thoughts.
• Just as she was about to fall into my arms, I extended two fingers, gently holding her chin.
• We were very close, and I could even smell the vanilla scent on her, which was somewhat strange.
• Damn it, why does it feel familiar?
• She was panicked and attempting to retreat, but my fingers exerted a slight pressure, rendering her immobile.
• She had a pair of jet-black eyes, and I could see my own reflection in her clear, bright eyes. Her eyelashes trembled in fear.
• Pregnancy hadn't made this woman bulky, on the contrary, she looked more gentle and feminine.
• Suddenly, I understood why Maxwell's men had chosen her.
• "Do you want to live?" I spoke inadvertently.
• Her mouth was sealed with duct tape, unable to speak. Upon hearing my question, she nodded desperately.
• "Then what can you offer in exchange?"
• Her eyes widened, seemingly contemplating her bargaining chip. Suddenly, her eyes lit up,
• "I don't want money."
• I knew what she was thinking, and as expected, upon hearing my words, the light in her eyes dimmed.
• She looked at me blankly, hesitatingly shaking her head in the end.
• I brought the fingers pinching her chin to her mouth and slowly tore off the duct tape.
• It was tightly stuck and I ripped it off abruptly, causing her to emit a painful hiss.
• "Please sir...save my child."
• Freed from the constraints of the tape, she pleaded with a sobbing voice,
• It seemed she hadn't spoken in a long time, her voice was hoarse, accompanied by constant coughing.
• "You're pregnant. Where is your husband?"
• A look of sorrow and anger appeared on her face. "Sir, I am not married."
• I paused, unable to stop the image of her tear-filled eyes from appearing in my mind. Finally, I said.
• "Woman, the next time I see you, you will truly die."
• With that said, I turned away from her, then leave the room with my men.
• I was too out of sorts tonight and I guess I need to take a cold shower as soon as possible.
• "Boss, are you sure we're not going to kill that woman? Won't she spill the beans?" My subordinate asked uncertainly as I got into the car.
• "It doesn't matter."
• As the car door closed slowly, the driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, seeming to inquire if we should depart.
• "Do you have cigarettes?"
• Upon hearing my question, the driver seemed to disbelieve his own ears. When he snapped out of it, he immediately handed me a cigarette. I accepted it, and he carefully lit it for me.
• As the pale smoke rose, I casually rested my arm on the car window.
• I only smoked when I was troubled, and it was strange. It had been a long time since a woman made me feel this restless.
• But I took only one puff before stubbing the cigarette in the ashtray, patting the nonexistent ashes off my suit, and giving the driver a nod.
• The driver promptly started the car and pulled away.
• Our car smoothly exited the parking lot, but after turning a corner at an intersection, the driver suddenly stopped.
• I furrowed my brow.
• Was another fearless woman about to ram my car?
• It was very noisy outside, with voices and the wail of ambulance sirens.
• Several cars were stopped ahead, so I couldn't see what was happening from my angle.
• The driver hurriedly got out of the car and quickly returned. Finally, he bent down by my car window and said,
• "Boss, there's been an accident up ahead. It seems a pregnant woman was hit by a car.”
• “Pregnant woman?” I cleverly seized upon the keyword.
• “ Yes boss, it...it seems to be the same woman you just let go."
• "What?"