Hunter looked at Slater beside him with interest, as the expressions and look in her eyes shifted constantly.
That complex change, the conflict and hesitation, were almost overflowing.
He found it amusing and decided to take the initiative to speak.
"You want to ask me if I was the one who killed Charlie and the other two, right?"
Hunter swirled the red wine glass in his hand and watched as her body jolted.
Then her face turned somewhat pale, and her eyes didn't even dare to look at him, yet Slater couldn't help but steal glances.
The corners of his mouth had already curved into an arc.
Over these past few days, Hunter had been thinking about what to do in the future.
Since he had transmigrated, he naturally wasn't willing to live a mediocre life anymore.
However, starting a business for Hunter...
Venturing into the business or political world wasn't the life he wanted either.
Building a beautiful new America? Stop joking; Hunter not causing trouble was already his greatest contribution.
What he wanted now was a blood-pumping, thrilling, and dangerous life, like when he dealt with Steve, Stanfield, and the Russian Gang.
Moreover, as his physical fitness continued to increase...
Hunter had actually noticed long ago that a single partner could no longer fully satisfy his needs.
In this life, he hadn't considered the matter of marriage at all.
Wouldn't it be better to have several girlfriends to bear children and keep a few sexy, eye-catching lovers?
Hunter never thought about being a scumbag; as long as the women were willing to be with him...
He was more than happy to support them for a lifetime, ensuring they lived a life of luxury and comfort without any worries.
And for a confidante like Slater, who was beautiful, had a great body, and possessed the special skill of being a Master lockpicking master...
Hunter would not give her up easily!
Right then, he decided to have a confession session that was half-truth and half-lie.
He reached out an arm and gave a slight tug.
Caught off guard, Slater was immediately pulled into Hunter's embrace, her body leaning against his chest.
"I indeed dealt with those people. You don't need to know the process, but I do need to tell you the reason."
He placed the wine glass on the table in front of the sofa.
Hunter felt the body of the beautiful lockpicking master in his arms tremble slightly again.
With a flip of his other hand, three notes he had found in the ford mustang—which he had kept instead of destroying—were taken out from his private space and waved in front of Slater.
"This is the reason I had to eliminate them!"
After a moment of hesitation, Slater reached out and grabbed the three notes.
Hunter didn't stop her, allowing Slater to take them.
Immediately after, he began his half-truth explanation: "The notes were placed in my ford mustang on the first night I moved into your apartment."
"You were being followed, but I couldn't be sure who it was at the time."
"Then on the second day, a second note was placed in my car again. The note mentioned gold bars, which gave me some suspicions."
"I suspected Charlie and the others, but I didn't intend to take action, because the gold bars had already been laundered by me and the money deposited into a certain bank. Even if they robbed that bank, what did it have to do with me?"
"However, on the third day, I changed my mind."
"Because yesterday, besides finding out my identity, they also planted a bomb in my car."
"Fortunately, I've learned some related knowledge, and that bomb seemed to be just a warning; it didn't explode immediately."
"My life was threatened, and I was even more worried that one day when I took you out, a bomb would be planted in the car."
"So I realized it was time to fight back."
Hunter's tone was flat, but the hand holding Slater gradually tightened.
He soon pulled Slater completely into his embrace.
Then, he lowered his head and buried it in the woman's hair.
Hunter leaned close to one of Slater's ears and said in a calm yet domineering voice: "You are mine, I will never give you up to anyone!"
"Never!"
Facts proved that the 'overbearing CEO' archetype didn't just have a market in the East.
Even in Europe and America, a career-oriented woman with a strong character...
When faced with a hard and warm chest, and a calm yet unquestionable dominance...
Slater couldn't help but soften at this moment, her heart filled with emotion.
She thought back to their brief yet exciting past, being rescued in a moment of crisis.
Back at the farm, when he asked her to teach him Lockpicking techniques.
---Request for Flowers--- From the one-sided teaching of Lockpicking to learning and exchanging Lockpicking skills with each other!
Holding her young boyfriend, it seemed he had noticed her complex emotions toward her father's killer, Steve, back at the farm.
So, when he went to Los Angeles to investigate information, he helped her—who lacked the courage to kill—avenge her father's death.
And then, there was that intense and hurried night.
She didn't know how to face him, so she fled in a hurry the next day.
More than half a month later, while Slater was distracted and thinking about him day and night...
He appeared again, forcefully breaking into her life.
Delicious meals, and luxurious gifts full of heart that were always inadvertently presented.
The tenderness of sweet words, and his endless desire for her...
Everything was like a movie with the playback button pressed.
Slater quickly went through all these memories in her mind.
Her body, which had been trembling due to unease, confusion, and dread, was no longer afraid.
The confusion in her eyes was gone, replaced by determination.
"Thank you!"
Thank you for not deceiving me and for telling me all this.
Slater passionately and proactively offered a deep kiss!
At this moment, she was finally no longer afraid, terrified, or lost.
She felt she had met the best man in the world, and the one most suitable for her.
Hunter immediately sensed the change in the beauty in his arms.
The smile that emerged on his face was still like bright sunshine in winter.
Only the slight curve at the corner of his mouth and the indecipherable depth in his eyes hid too many dirty thoughts.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Or rather, did you misunderstand something before? Or were you hiding something from me?"
As he said this, Hunter's face suddenly turned fierce.
He scooped Slater up in his arms and, amidst her exclamation, carried her straight toward the bedroom.
"Woman, see how I punish you today."
"Wait, let me take a shower first..."
"Fine, then today's punishment will start in the bathroom!"
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