Chapter 275 Matteo Plays It Cool While Cars Burn
The moment Eliza looked into Matteo’s eyes, a flicker of fear flashed in her own.
Matteo studied her carefully but couldn’t recall ever meeting this woman.
He had no idea why she seemed so afraid of him at first glance, Eliza half–pulled, half–guided Halbert away from the scene of the crash.
“What’s the rush? He’s not some kind of monster.”
“He might not be a monster now… but give it time.”
A man who took over an entire criminal organization at twenty–three couldn’t possibly be simple.
Nathaniel was cunning and ruthless–yet he still died at Matteo’s hands. That alone proved Matteo was anything but easy to deal with.
“No need to panic. If anything happens, the Sue family will handle it,” Halbert said calmly, but as they walked forward, he winced and sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“What’s wrong?”
Eliza had been too focused on getting away from Matteo to notice Halbert was hurt.
Now she saw it, there was a gash across his thigh, likely from the collision.
Just then, the Sue family’s driver managed to crawl out of the wreck. Their car was badly deformed, flames still licking at the front, but Matteo’s vehicle was in far worse shape.
The front of Matteo’s car was engulfed in a roaring blaze, and the moment it hit, the vehicle exploded on impact.
Under normal circumstances, Matteo should’ve called the police. Instead, he made things worse, he tossed a lighter into the flames, setting off a second explosion that consumed the car entirely.
When Eliza saw that, she instinctively stepped forward, but Halbert yanked her back. “Don’t.”
“But…”
“He’s already dead,” Halbert said. “There’s no point saying anything now. Matteo will probably compensate the driver’s family. He just didn’t want the cops discovering anything unusual about that car.”
“What kind of unusual?”
“Unless there’s blood in the car that doesn’t belong to the driver,” Halbert said.
This was a common tactic in the criminal underworld–stage an accident, destroy all evidence.
There had to be something else inside that vehicle. But whatever it was, it wasn’t their business to ask.
It was late, and Eliza rushed Halbert to the hospital. He insisted he didn’t need to go, but Eliza wouldn’t take no for an answer.
The wound was deep; if they didn’t take care of it quickly, it could cause serious issues.
While Halbert was inside getting stitched up, Eliza handled the admission paperwork.
Since neither of them disclosed their identities, they had to pull a number and wait in line when they arrived at the city’s central hospital.
This was Halbert’s first time going to a hospital like an ordinary person.
Normally, he’d be greeted personally by the hospital director. The contrast was hard for him to accept.
“I told you we didn’t need to come here. My family’s private doctor is better than any of them,” Halbert grumbled.
The doctor tending to him rolled his eyes. A private doctor? Who does this guy think he is, some billionaire?
Not only did the doctor roll his eyes, but he also applied more pressure to the wound.
Halbert sucked in another sharp breath in pain.
But the doctor didn’t ease up one bit.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
Halbert’s expression turned cold, but the doctor shrugged indifferently. “Your wound is deep. If it’s not cleaned properly, it’ll get infected. If you’re that afraid of pain, I can give you a shot of anesthetic.”
“You!”
The doctor’s attitude wasn’t pleasant–and honestly, if Eliza had been the one treating Halbert, she would’ve been even harsher.
It was like going to a restaurant and criticizing the food while bragging about your own home cooking.
Eliza had already done plenty for Halbert–she’d even gotten him in to see a specialist.
If she’d gone with a regular department, he’d have gotten a few stitches without any anesthetic.
Once everything was taken care of, Eliza and Halbert finally left the hospital.
His leg injury was serious enough that she didn’t want to risk anything, so she arranged for a different driver to take him home.
After returning home herself, Eliza immediately started searching for information on Matteo online.
He should’ve been twenty–two this year, graduated from a prestigious university abroad, majored in finance during college–but there was no record of him ever working in the financial sector.
Eliza flipped through everything she could find on Matteo’s background. There was almost nothing–aside from a few awards he’d received during college, the rest was a complete blank.
“That’s weird… why is there nothing?”
Eliza fell silent.
By all logic, someone with Matteo’s background should’ve had more of a digital footprint.
But apart from his academic record, there was nothing.
In other words, Matteo currently held no official position–not even in Nathaniel’s company.
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