WIDOW IN MY BED

Matt ensured Amanda got home safely before rushing off again, carrying two cars, one of which contained trained people. Meanwhile, Jav seemed to focus on sitting in the driver’s seat. Jav knew what made his master rush away with a complete weapon, as if he wanted to start a war.

However, Sydney is a safe city. Starting a war will only be an enemy to the rest of the world. Jav himself gets goosebumps to see Matt staring darkly with a gripping aura. It’s hard to swallow spit, let alone breathe as if there’s only carbon dioxide in a car. It’s claustrophobic.

“Is it done, Jav?” Matt knew the question didn’t need an answer because Jav or Adam had always been satisfied, but he still asked.

“Prince Asad’s bodyguard outside has been successfully paralyzed,” said Jav. “Adam, who had just arrived from Russia, immediately rushed there. The man did his job perfectly. We’ll be at their hotel in a minute, Boss.”

Matt enters Prince Asad’s room without making a sound. He looks at a handsome Middle Eastern man sitting casually on a gold embroidery couch. He is wearing a white bathrobe with wet hair and drinking tea. Maybe if women come in, they’ll willingly show what’s in the skirt. Unfortunately, he’s Matthew Wallace, who wants to make a calculation.

Only two of his guards stood behind Prince Asad, ready to sacrifice his life.

“Asad Haddad Badawi!”

Asad casually placed a porcelain cup on a glass table when his college friend in Standford used to call his name. Of course, the kind of call-the shouting-is not friendly.

“Asad! Goddamn it, you dare come up to my future wife and say nonsense?!” Asad went to the door to look at Matt, dressed in his expensive suit. Hundreds of millions? Asad knows precisely how much Matthew Wallace’s clothes cost because he also has hundreds of suits like that in his wardrobe.

However, Matt’s arrival was not for the reunion, let alone discuss the price of whose clothes were more expensive, as his face now seemed to swallow Asad roundly with an angry, hardened jaw.

“Dear Mr. Wallace, as far as I know, isn’t your newly inaugurated hotel office in this building?” Asad smiled obliquely, looking relaxed.

“I know you’re an asshole, Asad! It’s getting douchebaggy because you dare to meet my future wife secretly and make everything seem like a coincidence!” Matt snarled and screamed in anger-the kind of anger Asad hadn’t seen in years.

Matt was either rude or impatient. But yelling at a prince, Matt never did it even though he was distraught with Asad as long as he knew each other. Matt even tends not to wink when he takes out his enemy.

Matt is furious if his face is as red as it is now.

Matt goes, “You think I don’t know, you’re the one that made Amanda’s ex-husband get close to her, right? Amanda had to be rushed to the hospital and come to the psychiatrist again because of you! Tell me a fucking asshole?!”

Then, without thinking, Matt raised the gun right at Asad’s head, and he jolted the prince. But one of Asad’s guards quickly pointed a gun at Matt.

Asad raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Okay, for the matter of your lover -Amanda -I plead guilty. I will compensate, and if necessary, I can bring in the best psychiatrist in the world,” Asad said, trying to negotiate.

“I just found out that women are very valuable to Big Boss. Because, as far as I’m concerned, you consider women to be nothing more than Barbie dolls that can be thrown away and slept with, Boss. I wouldn’t have dared to play games if I had known how you felt about that woman.”

“You endangered the life of my beloved, fake prince! So now, what are your intentions of approaching him in the White House?” asked Matt directly.

“Just introduce yourself. Don’t you think I’ll be invited if you get married later, Mr. Wallace?” Asad wasn’t afraid of Matt, but he was worried because the guy didn’t like being bullied.

Matt smiled cynically. “Tell that to the man who doesn’t know that Prince Asad is a jerk! Matt almost pressed the trigger to start a war but was quickly prevented by Adam standing next to Matt.

“Hey, what are you trying to do, Boss?” Adam lowered Matt’s gun with confidence. “You want to go to war with his country and become an international fugitive? Or are you willing to leave Amanda alone without you? Who will look after him if you’re busy running away?” Adam’s last words made Matt think, and his face slowly calmed down.

“Be good! I’m sorry!” Asad said seriously. “Satisfied? God, you made a royal apology, Matt. Then can you accept the compensation and forget what happened?”

But Asad never caused any trouble as long as they knew each other. It feels like prey that can be snatched at any moment by a wild beast. Who wouldn’t feel that way if a bullet were ready to go through your head in a second?

There are two things Asad realized: First, Matt’s habit of calling has stayed the same changes. Second, Matt’s feelings for a woman named Amanda La Howard changed.

When he was about to meet Asad, Matt was already angry at the tip of his head. Plus, Asad was too relaxed, and Matt was getting desperate to take out that guy. “What are you trying to do, fake prince?” asked Matt sarcastically.

“Hey… I’m still a real prince. Even though it is in third place, the right to succession to the throne.” Asad explained, smiling like a psychopath in the movies.

Although he always behaved casually, Prince Asad had terrible intelligence and ambition-he liked to play. He acted as if he knew nothing to hide his true nature.

Matthew Wallace and Prince Asad took opposite positions, the atmosphere tense as they sat at the same table. The pressure between them is completely insane-it’s like thunder and lightning fighting before the rainstorm.

Asad started the conversation first. “Okay, I know you don’t like small talk. So what I want is–,”

“I refuse.” Matt cuts right off.

“I’m not done talking, Boss.”

“We don’t need to talk,” Matt immediately argued with his friend. “You’re either just going to say shit or try to use me. If you’re asking me to release your brother, do it yourself as long as you can penetrate my security.” Matt said in a smug tone.

“Just the opposite. I want my brother to disappear from this world forever, and I will make sure no one suspects us,” Asad explained with a horrible look, not wanting to lose his pride.

“Crazy bastard,” Matt said with a frown. “We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Have you forgotten me? Matthew Wallace won’t obey anyone’s orders,” he said cynically. “If you want to eliminate your brother, then do it yourself because I won’t stop you. Besides, being involved in politics doesn’t do me any good.”

“What if this is a business proposition?” Asad raised one eyebrow, full of confidence. “I’ll give my brother’s business territory to you. We need to manipulate as if you’re doing a trade-my brother’s stamp is now in my hands, Boss.”

“That’s it?” Matt wants more.

“Greed is not good for health, Boss.”

“What about privileges?” Matt looked at Asad seriously, and Asad knew what the sentence meant. “I promise I’ll care for your brother without leaving a trace, with one immunity right.”

Asad seems to be thinking, “I can give it to you once I ascend the throne. But for now, I can only give you free access to and from my country. Deal?”

“Adam, prepare the promissory note. Exactly what we discussed earlier.” Matt said in a much calmer mood. “And what about your brother number two? Is he not worthy of the throne?”

“He didn’t intend to be king. Soon, he will escape as a member of the kingdom and stay in America with his girlfriend,” Asad explained, looking at his friend. I still can’t believe how Matthew Wallace could love a woman and plan to get married.”

Matt recalls Amanda, smiling quietly. “Maybe it’s because I’m an adult who wants to get married, and we love each other.”

Matt doesn’t plan to explain his heart, and he doesn’t want to share Amanda, even though it’s only through a few words. Matt is afraid of being stolen, hates sharing, and doesn’t want anyone else to know how beautiful a woman named Amanda La Howard is.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

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