Chapter 398: Chapter 398: A Love with Nowhere to Go
Shocked and panicked by the sight, Mika Summers sprinted toward the man. Seeing his foot about to stomp on Tristan Grayson’s hand, she used all her strength to kick him in the stomach.
The kick, amplified by her high heels, sent the man staggering back several steps, nearly bringing him to his knees in pain.
Mika Summers quickly pulled back her foot and bent down to help Tristan Grayson up. "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine..." Tristan Grayson’s face was completely drained of color, and black spots began to cloud his vision, but he still forced himself to stand.
Clutching his stomach with one hand, his face twisted in a ferocious snarl, the man gritted his teeth and roared at the four stunned brutes standing nearby, "Grab this little bitch! She dared to kick me? Just watch how I’m gonna fucking kill her!"
Looking at the four burly men, Tristan Grayson shook off Mika Summers’s hand. "You need to go," he said coldly. "Don’t worry about me!"
Fighting back tears, Mika Summers grabbed onto Tristan Grayson again. "Go? Go where?" she said angrily. "You think I can just walk out of here now?"
"..." Tristan Grayson’s brow furrowed as he looked at the four men surrounding them. Suddenly, the feeling of powerlessness intensified...
’I can’t even protect my own woman. What kind of man am I!’
’I’m such a failure...’
Gia Miller watched the two of them, then suddenly clapped her hands and laughed. "Hahahaha, you two are such incredible actors. This display of marital devotion is so moving, it’s bringing tears to my eyes."
"Gia Miller, I’m the one who put you in this situation! I’m the one who sent you to prison! This has nothing to do with Mika Summers. If you want revenge, then come after me!"
"Oh, don’t worry, I came for you. But neither of you are getting away. Tie them up!"
"Yes."
The moment she spoke, the four burly men grabbed Mika Summers and Tristan Grayson, forced them into chairs, and tied them up.
Throughout the entire process, Mika Summers remained calm. She didn’t resist. She knew she couldn’t overpower them and that struggling would be useless. She had to conserve her strength for a chance to escape...
The man Mika Summers had kicked now walked over to her. He grabbed her chin tightly, a cruel sneer on his face. "You’ve got some nerve hitting me," he snarled. "I’m going to have a lot of fun killing you..."
"Bastard! Get your filthy hands off her!" Tristan Grayson roared, his eyes bloodshot and his voice raw as he watched the man.
"Heh..." The man sneered. He let go of Mika Summers’s chin and bent down to kiss her ruby lips. Seeing her chance, Mika Summers lunged up, chair and all, and viciously headbutted him in the face.
A sharp, stinging pain shot through the man’s nose. "AH! You little bitch, you’re asking to die!" he roared. As he shouted, he grabbed a fistful of Mika Summers’s hair and slapped her hard across the face with his other hand.
Instantly, a red handprint appeared on Mika Summers’s fair face, and the corner of her mouth started to bleed...
"You bastard! You son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you!" Seeing Mika Summers get hit, Tristan Grayson was pushed to the brink of collapse. He thrashed against his bonds, trying to get up...
The man’s lips curled into a cruel smirk as he stared at Tristan Grayson with sinister eyes. "Kill me? Let’s see if you have what it takes."
Gia Miller glanced at the time, her expression hardening. "Leon, that’s enough!" she said coldly. "We can’t waste any more time!"
Hearing Gia Miller, Leon stopped in his tracks and shot a look at the other men, signaling them to start.
The four burly men then walked over, each carrying a gasoline can. They opened the cans and began pouring gasoline on the floor and over the various junk piled up in the room...
