Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 973

Many people in Y City had heard about the stabbing Sheffield was talking about.

But, his apprentice did it? Bullshit! Sheffield was a busy guy. He had no time to recruit an apprentice, let alone train one. But the goons didn't know that.

It didn't take longer than a heartbeat for the goons to lose their bravado and run off in fear.

A hint of mockery flashed in Sheffield's eyes. 'Idiots! Run home to mama!'

He had believed the thugs were professional assassins. But they were just hired muscle. Suddenly, they could see flashing lights approaching, along with the whine of a police siren.

Some of the mooks who didn't run were spooked by the sudden appearance of police cars.

Sheffield jumped from the hood of his car and chased the thugs down. As one of them was getting into his car, Sheffield grabbed the guy by his clothes and forced him prone. The young doctor had just caught the leader.

Everyone saw the altercation, including the other goons. However, the police cars were closing in on them. They had no time to help their leader, so they got in their cars and sped off.

Five police cars showed up at the scene. Four of them kept driving, chasing after the gangsters. One of them pulled alongside Sheffield's car. Three police officers got out to start questioning witnesses and suspects.

The man in the mask lay in the dirt. He couldn't get up and run away, so he lay there, frustrated, groaning in pain.

A policeman came over and asked, "Sir, we're from the Ministry of Public Security. Did you call the police?"

Sheffield was stunned. He looked at Matthew, who was in the car, and wondered if it was him. Sheffield nodded, "Yes, I did. These men attacked us, but some of them got away. But I did manage to nab the leader. He's all yours."

Two policemen handcuffed the man on the ground, to take him back to the police station for interrogation.

After making his statement to the police, Sheffield got back into his car.

Back leaning against the seat, Matthew was still focused on his phone.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" Sheffield said to him sourly.

Matthew had heard what the thugs had been shouting outside the car. And he also knew that they were after him. Instead of standing up to them, he let Sheffield face the group of hoods alone. So, out of guilt, he said calmly, "I'll buy you a new car." Matthew was the designer of the car Sheffield drove. He didn't want to see it wrecked either, but he never volunteered that information to Sheffield.

"I don't want a new car. I want a wife."

"Really? What kind of woman are you looking for?" Matthew asked, pretending not to know what he meant.

"Someone like your sister." Sheffield started the engine and drove off with Matthew riding shotgun. His left tail light had been shattered in the fight.

Matthew tried to steer the conversation away from that topic. Together or apart, he didn't want to be involved. "That's actually none of my business. Good luck, though."

"I knew you'd say that," Sheffield said with a snort. He had never expected any help from the younger man.

It was past two o'clock in the morning when they arrived at Sheffield's flat. He would never forget this New Year's Eve.

When they entered the apartment, he sat on the couch and heaved a huge sigh of relief.

"Make yourself at home," he told Matthew. Matthew opened the shoe cabinet and changed into a pair of packaged disposable slippers.

"Where is your study?" he asked.

Sheffield pointed to the room behind him and said, "Back there."

Casting him a quick glance, Matthew said calmly, "Come with me."

"Okay. Get me a glass of water first. I'm bone dry." Sheffield was parched.