Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

Through the haze of smoke, Matthew glimpsed figures darting in

n and out of sight ahead. He knew they were hunting him down.

The gang members, relentless as ever, were scouring the area, desperate to confirm whether he was dead or alive

Matthew surveyed his surroundings. The building was half–destroyed from the explosions, with chunks of debris sporadically crashing down. This place was anything but safe.

If he wanted to evade capture, he’d need to come up with a plan quickly.

The

men, armed and closing in, were getting nearer by the second. Matthew grabbed a stone and hurled it into the distance.

Clang!

The sound immediately caught their attention. “Over there! Someone’s over there! Go check it out one of them shouted

As they moved in the direction of the noise. Matthew swiftly darted behind a collapsed wall, crouching low, Just as he concealed himself, two more men appeared, taking cover behind a pillar nearby.

“Where’d that kid go? Did he really get blown to bits?”

Who knows? The boss ordered us to find him. Let’s keep searching”

Watching as the two split up, Mathew scanned the area, his mind racing. He picked up a loose brick and, stripping off his suit jacket, draped it over the broken wall before sneaking to another hiding spot.

Sure enough, one of the gang members noticed the jacket. As he cautiously approached, Matthew silently moved behind him and knocked him out cold with the brick. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

He picked up his weapon and changed into his clothes. He quickly plundered his body and quickly changed to another place to hide. Setting a trap. Matthew placed a bomb behind the pillar where the man had just been, then aimed and took out another one of the gang members with a single

shot.

The gunshot drew the attention of the rest of the group, who quickly doubled back, furious and on edge. Meanwhile, Matthew had already climbed to a higher vantage point.

“Dammit, he’s still alive! Find him, now! one of them barked, seething with rage.

At that moment. Matthew took aim and fired at the bomb.

Boom!

The explosion rocked the already fragile building, sending chunks of concrete crashing down and instantly killing four of the men. The remaining four, enraged and panicked, opened fire wildly in all directions. “Matthew, you son of a bitch! Get out here!” one of them screamed, his voice thick with anger.

Matthew glanced around. He knew it was only a matter of time before they found him if he didn’t make his escape so

The explosion had surely alerted others to his presence. If the gang’s reinforcements arrived, he’d be trapped for good.

Quickly recalling the layout of the area, Matthew set down the phone he had taken earlier, setting a timer on the alarm. Then, inching his way forward on his stomach, he carefully moved our of their line of fire, intent on slipping away before it was too late,

Five minutes later, Matthew reached the other side and cautiously peered out, mentally counting down. One, two, three… Just as be finished, a sharp, clear sound rang out from upstairs, drawing the attention of the four men.

They rushed toward the source, and Matthew seized the opportunity to dash in the opposite direction, sprinting away from the building and out of the gang’s firing range.

But hiding like this couldn’t be a long–term solution.

He had briefly caught sight of Ethan among the group earlier, though it was just a fleeting glimpse. He wasn’t entirely sure it

e it was him. Still, considering how the gang seemed to be targeting him specifically, Matthew couldn’t help but wonder what they were after.

Finding cover in a corner, Matthew pulled out his phone and glanced at it. The screen displayed a picture of Valerie and their baby. Seeing Valerie’s smiling face, he made a firm decision. He bad to survive. As long as he was alive, there was hope.

The city was in chaos, with constant bombardments, and all communication had been cut off. There was no internet, no way to reach the outside worki. But Matthew knew there was still one place that might offer a way our, the black market.

In times of turmoil, the black market continued to operate, always prepared for situations like this. If he wanted to take action, that was his best bet,

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10:12 AM

Although he didn’t fully understand the gang’s intentions, he realized that heading to the black market was the only viable option left

Using what little he could find, Matthew disguised himself. His once–handsome face now looked utterly unremarkable. But at least it was safe. The gang would have a hard time recognizing him.

Outside, the fighting had momentarily subsided, but Matthew knew this was just the calm before the storm. A new round of intense battles would erupt soon

After losing the gang members, Matthew wandered through the city. Occasionally, locals would dart past him, panic–stricken like birds startled by a mere gust of wind.

The recent violence had left everyone on edge. But there were also those who took advantage of the chaos, looting, and pillaging. Thankfully, Matthew had a pistol tucked away, which gave him some sense of security. As long as he stayed alert and avoided stray bullets, he’d be fine.

Eventually, he found a cybercate. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. As he suspected, the black market was buzzing with activity. The entrance to the cybercafé was in the remnants of a bar, its wooden door completely blown of, leaving only a doorframe. Several burly men stood guard at the entrance, watching as people came and went.

They eyed Matthew briefly but didn’t bother to stop him

Once inside, Matthew scanned the room and made his way to a corner.

The place was sparse, with just a few basic computers, nothing fancy

Yet, there was a line of people wating to use them.

This was one of the few places in the city that was still functioning

Mathew approached one of the available computers. It wasn’t much, but it would do the job.

There were eight computers in total, and as he assessed them, a bearded man approached, hand outstretched. Matthew quickly realized he wanted

money.

He glanced at the others, noticing one man being forcibly dragged out for not paying. Frowning. Matthew felt his pockets, empty. He had no mancy on him.

The bearded man was about to signal for his removal when Matthew stopped him, thinking quickly. He slipped off his wristwatch and handed it over. “Here you go. Hold onto it. I’ll be back to redeem it‘

The bearded man eyed the watch before pocketing it. He signaled the guards to stand down, though he sneered at Matthew with evident disdain

Everyone who pawned something in this place claimed they’d come back to redeem it, but no one ever did

The man knew the watch was a high–end brand, worth a lot more than the use of a beaten–up computer. No way would he let the man reclaim it,

But Matthew’s gaze was steady and resolute. He fully intended to come back for it

After all, that watch was a gill from his wife.