Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1285

Chapter 1285

Despite knowing that it could be a trap Ryan was setting to lure him in, Jeremy stepped on the gas and followed without hesitation.

Ryan drove quickly as if he was trying to lose Jeremy, but Jeremy’s driving skills and sharp eyes did not give Ryan the chance.

In less than 20 minutes, Ryan’s car came to a stop at a warehouse.

Jeremy followed him inside without a thought.

The moment he entered, he was met with a bullet fired right at him.

Jeremy swiftly stepped out of its path and felt the bullet miss his ear by a few inches before it pierced through the wooden plank behind him.

He looked up and saw Ryan standing not too far in front of him.

Ryan had his gun pointed at him, his elegant and gentlemanly features oozed with a brutal aura that was further amplified by his suit.

“I knew that you wouldn’t just bring me to see Linnie that easily, Ryan. So talk, what do you want?” Jeremy asked, not having the patience to beat around the bush with Ryan.

Ryan smiled and lowered his gun before he slowly walked toward Jeremy.

“I want you to die and I want the Whitman family to go extinct for all of eternity,” Ryan revealed his desire as the spark in his eyes sharpened into a glint. “Do you know why I hate you so much, Jeremy?”

Jeremy faced the burning hatred in Ryan’s eyes calmly. He had no idea why Ryan hated him so much.

“Glendale’s richest family should never have been the Whitmans,” Ryan stated.

Jeremy seemed to have caught on. “You’re telling me you resorted to controlling Yorick Johnson through illegal trading, murder, and stealing my wife for a mere title?”

“Is that all you think this is?” Ryan scoffed. “Let me tell you, Jeremy Whitman. This is more than just a mere title. This is also about the life of the person I respected the most!”

His expression darkened as he aimed his gun at Jeremy.

“Go home and ask that old man what he did back then. Then again, who knows if you have the chance or not?”

With that, Ryan pulled the trigger again.

He slowly lifted the gun and pressed the muzzle heavily against Jeremy’s shoulder.

“Your wife took a bullet here. Since you love her so much, how about you experience the same pain she did?”

Ryan’s eyes that were filled with a sinister glint met Jeremy’s tranquil eyes.

The two pairs of deep eyes locked onto one another, the cold glints in their eyes clashing invisibly in the air.

Jeremy remained stoic even as he saw a smirk flash through Ryan’s eyes right before a sharp burn and a dull ache wrecked through his shoulder.

The bullet passed through his shoulder and bright red gushed from the open wound, dyeing Jeremy’s bright white top.

Ryan admired his masterpiece proudly as a rush of glee bled through his eyes.

“Who would’ve thought that you were the smitten type?” Ryan’s words sounded like admiration when they were indeed meant to mock him.

Watching Jeremy continue to bleed, Ryan kept his gun. “Don’t even think about catching me, Jeremy. And say that you do, I can promise you that the person who’d be regretting anything will be you.”