Chapter 340

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

No more cat-and-mouse games. This time, he would face down Vinson in a duel to the death, for his
thirst for vengeance could only slake through his own hands!

The phone in the man’s pocket started to ring in an untimely manner.

He meant to pull it out and reject the call but found cause for pause when he saw that the call came from
Chanaea. Nevertheless, he answered.

The party on the other end of the line hailed him before continuing, “I’ve just received word from those
useless fools. Arielle is alive!”

“Arielle who?” The name mentioned eluded the man and did not register with him.

The caller grew audibly upset. “That’s the woman who infiltrated our systems and forced us to abandon
the whole island!”

The man’s eyes froze over for a moment. “How?”

On the other end, the caller said briskly, “We’ve already rigged several explosives on the cruise she was
on, but the vessel did not blow up when we pulled out! When I sent someone up to investigate, we
discovered that the wires had been cut!”.

By this point, the lead vehicle of the convoy was a mere two meters from the fork in the road.

“Pull over!” the man suddenly shouted.

Clueless as to why the man wanted them to stop, Gerald dared not question him either, and so he yelled
into the walkie-talkie to those ahead of the pack. “Stop the car!”



With a loud screech, the entire convoy slammed on the brakes immediately.

Up at the top of the hillside mansion, Vinson saw how close the cars were from where the mines were
buried. They were less than half a meter away from impact when they pulled up.

That drew a frown between his brows.

Jordan tapped his feet impatiently and hollered, “Come on! Get moving, dammit!”

The lead vehicle would be destroyed if it continued its advance. That would have set off a chain reaction
which would have taken out the entire convoy!

He was miffed that the car simply stopped and did not resume its forward trajectory.

Inside, the confounded Gerald turned around to check in with the man in the backseat. “Why did you
make us stop, Duke?

“Something’s off.” The man’s expression was severe.

The dismantling of the bombs established that Vinson must already have been informed of it, so why
would he be so leisurely as to come and shop for real estate here under these circumstances?

With a solemn look on his face, the man said, “This isn’t a bid for the property, but an attempt on our
lives! We have to turn back. Now!”

The frustrated Gerald’s gaze switched between the hillside mansion in front of him and the man himself.
“Are we really going to walk away like this? This is a tremendous opportunity!”

Regardless, the man was not to be persuaded. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

On any other day, he would surely have thought things through more meticulously, but this time, he had
allowed his thrill of being successful at what had been a considerably daunting task of luring Vinson over



to Epea to ultimately get the better of him.

This must be a trap laid by Vinson, that wily fox!

Seeing that there was no changing the man’s mind, Gerald could only gnash his teeth and pick up the
walkie-talkie once more. “Turn around and pull out, all of you!”

In the next second, the vehicles variously spun around and dropped back.

As he watched the cars retreat in the direction from where they first came, Gerald could no longer
restrain himself. “Why, Duke? We’re already here.”

“It’s a trap,” came the man’s perspicuous reply.

Disappointed as he might be, it conversely invigorated him.

If Vinson had been some witless fool, it would be meaningless to hunt him the way he did, so it seemed
to the man that his road to vengeance had only grown more interesting.

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