CHAPTER 144: MR. MORGAN'S LITTLE NIECE, YOU DARE TOUCH HER? 4

Chloe Grant hadn't reacted yet when she felt a hand press against the back of her neck, then she was forcibly slammed onto the table, making a loud crash.

Half of her face was harshly thrown against the table, the pain was

excruciating.

"Let me go!"

Chloe Grant struggled, but the security guard held her down very tightly, half of her body was forcibly pressed onto the table.

"I hate you people, always looking to cozy up to the powerful, vain, money-hungry women! Always looking to big companies for CEOs, for assistants, what's the difference from selling yourself?"

The security guard spoke with the appearance of a bitter youth.

The lighting in the room was very dim, visibility was low for a normal person, let alone for Chloe Grant who had night blindness.

Because she couldn't see, she didn't notice the furious expression on the security guard's face, looking like he wanted to kill her.

It was comparable to a midnight murderer!

"I'm not selling myself! I know James Heady, that's why I'm here to find him! If you don't believe me, make an internal call, just say Chloe Grant is looking for him!"

"Chloe Grant?"

The tone of the bitter security guard was clearly shocked, he roughly pulled Chloe Grant up from the table, but then pressed her against the wall!

First the face, then the head; Chloe Grant felt as if she was being destroyed. Just as she was about to speak, her neck was suddenly squeezed, "Chloe Grant, you vain woman, you deserve to die, deserve to die, deserve to die!"

At the end, he was practically roaring.

Chloe Grant struggled to lift her head, feeling as if her neck was going to break from the pain, unable to breathe, her entire face flushed red.

What kind of person is this...

You're a security guard, even if she was bluffing, there's no need to strangle her!

Chloe Grant struggled, but it was to no avail!

She was 1.6 meters, and weighed 115 pounds, yet the security guard lifted her off the ground, her toes barely touching.

Chloe Grant waved her hand, struggling, "Let... let me go.."

"Let you go? Dream on! Women like you deserve to die, deserve to die!"

He kept roaring, and just from his voice, Chloe Grant felt chills.

In her mind, images of the murderers from the cases she'd read flashed, making her whole body cold, breathing more and more difficult!

Was she really going to die here?

At this moment, Chloe Grant's mind went blank, then suddenly flashed with images like a carousel of scenes even she couldn't grasp.

The only clear image was from three years ago when she sat in the passenger seat with Lucas Morgan, feeling the thrill of his high-speed driving, and from the back seat, she seemed to recognize a familiar car...

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, light burst in abruptly, forcing Chloe Grant to close her eyes.

Matthew Morgan saw Chloe Grant being strangled against the wall, his sharp eyes immediately filled with a shadow of rage!

Without a word, he walked over, grabbed the security guard's hand that was choking Chloe Grant, twisted it behind the guard's back.

Amid the security guard's screams, there was the sound of bones breaking.

The guard was slammed onto the table by Matthew Morgan.

He struggled, and as Matthew Morgan released his grip on his wrist, before the guard could react, a punch knocked him out.

As Matthew Morgan stood up, James Heady handed him a handkerchief. He wiped it briefly, his face expressionless, which sent cold sweat down the spine of James Heady, who had followed him, and the security guards who witnessed the scene!