Chapter 943 Let Go Of My Wife


    "Este, run!" J shouted anxiously. But it was toote.


    When the sharp de shed Este''s arm, blood oozed out instantly.


    Este fell to the floor, clutching her arm, and cried out in pain.


    "If anyonees over again, I''ll kill J!" Jethro pulled J''s hair and continued shouting, "Did


    you hear it? Step back!"


    This forced the Larson Group''s employees, who had nned to rush up to save J, to retreat.


    Even Este didn''t dare to move again. She was still on the floor, pressing on her wound. "Are you


    okay, J?" she asked in a low voice.


    J realized that Este was not afraid of death at all. Even in such a critical situation, she still


    had the mood to chat casually.


    However, she was actually scared shitless. "What if I die here today?" Este asked, her voice


    shaking because of fear. "It turns out that saving people is not as simple as the novel suggests. I


    have yet to attend the award ceremony. I have yet to begin writing the novel I promised you. I still


    have a lot of money in my bank ount that I haven''t spent. If I had known how short my life would


    be, I would have treated myself better..."


    "Don''t talk nonsense," J cut Este off from self -talking. She was moved by Este''s action to


    save her just now, but it wasn''t the right time to express her gratitude.


    "Hurry up and go," J urged. "Jethro has no time


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    Este looked up at Jethro.


    Sure enough, Jethro was clutching J tightly and refusing to let her go.


    Jethro red at Este viciously. "Go away! Don''t get in my way!" He then yelled at the employees


    around him. "Move back! If you dare toe up again, I will stab you as well!"


    Este had no choice but to nod and walk away weakly while covering her wound.


    The Larson Group''s employees then came up to support her. But no one dared to go forward for


    fear of provoking Jethro to do something even worse.


    J licked her dry lips to calm herself down.


    "Don''t be so worried. I value my life so I won''t run away," J told Jethro. She then blinked slowly


    and said, "I noticed you keep swallowing. Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"


    "Shut up, bitch!" Jethro gritted his teeth. "I don''t need water!"


    J then changed her approach. "You want money, don''t you? How much do you want?"


    Jethro yanked J''s hair so hard that it almost snapped. "Don''t you understand what I''m saying?"


    I said shut up! I want to talk to Brandon, not you!"


    "Jethro, let go of my wife."


    As soon as Jethro finished speaking, he heard Brandon''s voice.


    Brandon''s eyes were dark and cold. "What do you want? Tell me."


    He had called the cops, and the bodyguards of the Larson Group had surrounded Jethro.


    Subconsciously, Jethro took a few steps back. It was the first time he saw Brandon face to face, and


    Brandon''s intimidating aura made him shudder.


    "Give me my money, and I''ll let her go!" Jethro yelled, trying to gather his courage.


    "How dare you ask me for money?" Brandon sneered. "Your factory was already in bad condition,


    and you were heavily in debt. Even if I didn''t withdraw the order, you wouldn''t be able to keep going


    for another three months. You are a loser, and now you even me the Larson Group for your


    failure. This is ridiculous!"


    Jethro was taken aback. How did Brandon know these things? He believed he had done a good job


    of concealing the truth.


    "I''m not a loser! But you made me one! You are the one who is forcing me into this. This world, this


    society..."


    After his lie was exposed, Jethro was on the verge of copsing, his eyes filled with rage and


    embarrassment.


    He wildly waved his knife, whichter grazed J''s neck.


    "Ouch!" J cried out in pain, with blood oozing from her neck.