Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 792

Chapter 792

There was a big hole in the man’s forehead caused by the windshield. There were glass fragments in the wound, and it was still bleeding. He must have been choked by the seat belt. At this time, he was lying on the ground and coughing like crazy, as if he was going to spit out his lungs. Sweat, blood, and dust mixed together. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Corey squatted down and pointed his gun at the man’s temple. “Tell me, who is behind you?”

“I…” The man’s voice was extremely hoarse. His hands, which were full of blue veins, twitched for a while before he grabbed the ground. He looked extremely weak, but it was at this moment that he suddenly turned over with the help of the force of the ground and grabbed Corey’s wrist. With a grim smile on his face, he said, “Your father sent me to deal with you, an unfilial son!”

Crystal quickly took two steps back, afraid that they would accidentally hurt her, the innocent onlooker. Corey’s expression did not change. The man gritted his teeth and tried to get rid of his gun. Suddenly, Corey’s lips curled into a smile and his hand moved as fast as lightning. The hand that was caught loosened, and the gun fell down. The man’s eyes narrowed, and he hurried to catch it. However, Corey’s speed was much faster. His left hand swept in the air. With a click, the trigger moved slightly. As long as he pulled hard, the bullet would be shot. The cold muzzle was pressed against the man’s temple again.

“That’s all you’re capable of.” Corey looked down at him with a sneer on his face. “How dare you be so arrogant in front of me?”

The man was afraid of death. He swallowed his saliva and said, “You… calm down. Don’t shoot. I didn’t lie just now. It was indeed your father, Eric…”

“Oh!” Before the man could finish his words, he had already groaned. Corey used his gun to poke the man’s temple and said with a smile, “The old man is not even dying yet. Why does he want my life?”

The man’s eyes were fixed on Corey’s fingers, for fear that he would suddenly let go of his hand, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. “Young… Young Master Coombs… We’re just making a living…” “What’s wrong?” Corey said, “You wanted to earn money with my life, and you’re asking me to let you go?”

Corey suddenly realized something. He turned his head and saw another person rushing over from the passenger seat. When he tightened his muscles and was about to move, he saw that the opponent’s target was not him at all. Instead, he instantly rolled behind Crystal like a ghost under the cover of the car. The dagger in his hand was cold. “Young Master Coombs… if you don’t want your woman to die, throw the gun away immediately!”

Crystal,”?!”

Why was he making things difficult for the onlooker?!

She looked down at the dagger with her long eyelashes and then looked at Corey. She didn’t say anything, but Corey understood-it was just like how Peggie had been yelling at him-Crystal was scolding him.