novelraw Chapter 937 - 936: Belinda Swan, Your Time Has Come
Chapter 937 - 936: Belinda Swan, Your Time Has Come
It’s truly laughable; she actually has this much confidence.Yet...
Last night, she indeed wasn’t with Maxwell Peary.
"Your confidence is nothing but pathetic!"
Belinda Swan roared, never expecting she couldn’t break Nia Mitchell.
After saying this, she turned to look at the few men.
"I’m here to deliver a message. Grandpa said to deal with this woman cleanly, and handle the body according to the old rules."
Belinda Swan’s face was instantly filled with smiles; after finishing, she even raised an eyebrow at Nia Mitchell.
"Farewell, Nia Mitchell. Next life, remember to detour when you see me, and also, don’t covet the man you cannot covet."
After speaking, Belinda Swan turned to leave the warehouse.
Suddenly—
With a loud bang, the Grand Gate was kicked open. A dozen men with guns charged in, firing in an instant.
Bang bang bang bang!
A firefight ensued, lasting less than two minutes, and the men guarding here were all taken down.
Charles Northwood, dressed in white, walked in and immediately saw Belinda Swan curled up to one side and Nia Mitchell sitting nearby.
"Nia!"
Charles Northwood rushed over immediately, reaching out to untie the ropes for her.
Upon seeing Charles Northwood, Nia Mitchell’s fear finally erupted completely.
Tears flowed uncontrollably as she sat there, sobbing silently.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here!"
He hugged her just like that, gently patting her back to provide comfort.
Nia Mitchell held Charles Northwood tightly, trembling all over.
She thought Maxwell Peary would appear, but never expected it was Charles Northwood.
It was Charles Northwood.
He came, because he received her distress call.
Like a hero appearing here, dressed in white, like a prince on a white horse.
Belinda Swan squatted on the ground, holding her head, trembling all over.
Upon hearing Charles Northwood’s voice, she slowly lifted her head.
"Second Young Master?"
Belinda Swan couldn’t believe Charles Northwood actually appeared here.
With this lifting of the head, she saw the bodies on the ground.
"Ah!"
Belinda Swan screamed, seemingly stimulated, covering her eyes tightly.
"Murder! Murder!"
Only the sound of gunfire echoed in her ears as she squatted trembling in the corner.
"Belinda Swan!"
Charles Northwood didn’t expect to see Belinda Swan here.
Since this woman is here, then let’s settle old scores together.
"Don’t be afraid."
Charles Northwood spoke to comfort Nia Mitchell, reaching out to lift her in his arms and carried her out.
"Wait for me here, I’ll be right back."
Charles Northwood’s gentle voice always had the power to soothe fears.
Nia Mitchell had long stopped crying, staring blankly into his eyes.
After a long while, she nodded.
Seeing her agree, he reached out to stroke her hair.
"If you’re tired, get some sleep."
Gently placing her in the car, Charles Northwood softly covered her eyes with his right hand.
Seeing this, Nia Mitchell slowly closed her eyes.
Closing the car door, the tenderness in Charles Northwood’s eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by authority and violence.
Whatever they did to Nia Mitchell, he would return it one by one.
Last time, when Maxwell Peary circulated scandalous photos, she had a chance to say the pictures were forged.
This time, he would ensure every detail is dealt with.