Chapter 263: Injured

Jeremiah Kenneth clutched his stomach with one hand, using the other to support himself on the ground. At this moment, his mind was completely blank. He felt he might have made a mistake. If Natalie Silvestre were still in the car, she wouldn't have stayed inside. Even if she had some critical plan, given her character, she wouldn't watch him sacrifice himself. In other words, he had dug his own grave and jumped in, burying himself. He sighed, raising his hand to grasp the wrist of the person holding his hair. A crisp crack of breaking bone echoed. Jeremiah looked up, annoyance etched on his face, at the man in black before him. "I've tolerated you long enough." As he spoke, he stood up. With one hand on his hip, his face full of displeasure, he demanded, "Who sent you? The directors of the Kenneth family or old Mrs. Morris?" The man in black avoided his gaze, his shoulder held down, but he refused to speak. Seeing his resolve, Jeremiah sighed and leaned against the car, cro