In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall)

Chapter 1853

As a result, I wondered if there was a limit to what he was capable of doing.

Meanwhile, although Garrett’s men didn’t fear death, they were not willing to lose their lives because of

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Having heard the threat, Garrett raised his gaze at Nathaniel and fell silent in thought.

After a long while, he regained his senses and sneered, “Looks like I have raised nothing but a

worthless dog. Instead of catching prey, you end up biting me instead. Well done, Nathaniel. Well

done.”

Just as he spoke, he sprang up from the sofa and glared at Nathaniel face to face. Both of them were

within striking distance of each other.

Even though Garrett was shorter than Nathaniel, he made up for it with his commanding presence. At

that moment, both of them were standing toe to toe against each other.

“I’m not going to be fooled. After all, you’re not going to die for this woman.” Narrowing his gaze,

Garrett’s murderous aura intensified.

Staring right at him, Nathaniel retorted steadily, “Mr. Jensen, why don’t you try me?”

With their eyes locked, the tension in the atmosphere reached a crescendo as an invisible

psychological battle began. It felt as if all hell would break loose at any moment.

After a staredown that lasted a minute, Garrett wavered. Raising his hand, he signaled for the guns to

be lowered.

He understood how desperate one could be when forced into a corner, let alone the fact that

Nathaniel’s methods were never conventional. Therefore, a kamikaze attack by him was entirely

possible.

“Do you think you can protect her?” Mr. Jensen scoffed. “The factions in Southeast Asia alone will

never let her live!”

“Drop the scare tactics, Mr. Jensen. I’m not a three-year-old.” Nathaniel broke out into a faint but

dangerous smile. “As long as you don’t bring it up, they have no evidence to accuse her of being

involved. Even if you have the evidence and hand it over in an attempt to rebuild your empire, no one

will trust you after that. You’re a smart man. I’m sure you know what’s best for everyone. In the end,

you will still protect me. What happened overseas is just your excuse to dispose of Scarlett, am I right?”

Garrett was stung at how Nathaniel saw through him. It took him a long while before he regained his

composure and responded sarcastically, “You are indeed a sharp man. As I said before, only you are

qualified to be my heir. Unfortunately, you have used your wits in the wrong place this time. The only

thing that awaits you now is death!”

“Perhaps, you might be disappointed again,” Nathaniel smirked.

“Hmph! Retreat!” Garrett snorted and left with his men. Once they were gone, Nathaniel released me.

He then dropped onto the sofa and heaved a long sigh.

After glancing at him, I turned around to head upstairs.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for saving your life?” Even though Nathaniel was resting with his eyes

closed, he was entirely aware of all my movements.

I would have uttered my thanks if it was anyone else. Just not him.

“In that case, I should really thank you for burying such a huge amount of explosives in my home

without my knowledge. Mr. Hall, if you had detonated them earlier, you wouldn’t need to agonize over a

trivial matter such as my gratitude,” I sneered while suppressing the rage inside me.

Despite trying to kill my entire family, he still insisted that he loved me. At that moment, I was lost as to

what his definition of love was.

“But I didn’t,” Nathaniel rebutted stubbornly. “Even the law has a lighter sentence for attempted crimes.

And yet, you couldn’t wait to find me guilty before I did anything.”

I found his argument ridiculous. “If you really did it, I wouldn’t even have the opportunity to protest.

Nathaniel, let’s be clear, you intended to kill me and my family. Do you need me to remind you of the

number of people who died in your hands? In fact, killing you wouldn’t be enough to make up for it!”

“In that case, you should just do it.” Suddenly, Nathaniel vented his frustration. “After all, dying in your

hands makes me happy.”

“You’re mad!” I snapped. Not wanting to continue the argument, I headed upstairs instead. Just as I

did, I heard two gunshots echo through the house.