Chapter 370 The Last Card
“Ah!”
Evelyn screamed and stumbled back, but someone yanked her by the collar before she could fall.
Matteo raised a brow. “No need to be scared, Madam Evelyn. You’re next.”
“No, no, no! You can’t kill me!” Evelyn shouted suddenly. “Naomi’s pregnant! She needs someone to care for the child!”
That one word–pregnant–stopped everything. Matteo’s expression darkened.
“What did you say?”
“She’s pregnant with Mr. Nathaniel’s baby. I’m the child’s grandmother. I can’t die!”
Naomi’s face turned pale.
She hadn’t even confirmed it herself. It was way too early. And now her mother had blurted it out in front of Matteo?
If it turned out to be a lie, they’d all be dead by sunrise.
“Pregnant?” one of Matteo’s men echoed. “Better inform the boss. If she’s really carrying Mr. Nathaniel’s heir, we’ll be the ones getting buried if anything happens to her.”
Naomi’s brain kicked into survival mode. The guy reporting to Matteo had to be one of Nathaniel’s people, planted there to watch over him.
She had no choice now.
“Yes,” she said, forcing calm into her voice. “I’m pregnant. If you hurt me, you’re hurting your boss’s child.
Matteo looked at her, eyes narrowing with something far more dangerous than curiosity.
Naomi swallowed hard. She was playing a game she couldn’t afford to lose, and Matteo wasn’t someone you bluffed twice.
“Call my father,” he said coldly.
“Yes, sir.”
The bodyguard stepped away to make the call.
Naomi waited in a breathless silence that stretched far too long. She didn’t dare glance at her mother. Didn’t dare blink too hard. Every second felt like a coin flipping through the air–life or death on either side.
When the bodyguard returned, he leaned in and whispered something into Matteo’s ear.
Matteo gave Naomi a long, unreadable look. Then finally spoke.
“The boss said to bring Miss Naomi back. Now.”
Naomi let out a shaky breath. Her heart thudded against her ribs as the men helped her up. Her knees almost gave out, but she forced herself to stay upright.
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“Careful, Miss Naomi,” one of them said with a smile that wasn’t kind at all. “You’re carrying the future heir. We can’t risk a single scratch.”
The polite tone was more threatening than a gun to the head.
Naomi forced herself to smile. “Thank you, Mr. Matteo. I’ll take good care of the baby.”
Matteo said nothing. Just turned away and gave the order to load her into the car.
Behind them, Evelyn saw a sliver of hope return to her eyes.
“Mr. Matteo! I’m the child’s grandmother! You can’t kill me, right?” she cried out.
Matteo glanced back at her, eyes cold.
“Did my father say anything about her?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“Then bury her.”
Evelyn’s face went white. “No! I’m her mother! You can’t! You can’t!”
“Matteo!” Naomi’s voice suddenly rang out.
The men paused.
“My mother… You can’t touch her,” Naomi said firmly.
“Sir…” The bodyguard hesitated.
Matteo’s face didn’t change. “Didn’t you hear Miss Naomi? She said not to touch her.”
“Yes, sir.”
No one dared move.
If she was really pregnant with Nathaniel’s child, she was untouchable now.
Matteo gave the order to drive them back to the Hartwell estate.
Naomi trembled the entire way. One wrong move and the he she’d just sold them could get her killed.
As the car rolled through the estate gates, her stomach twisted into knots.
Nathaniel was already waiting in the grand hall when they arrived.
The moment Naomi stepped inside, he barked, “Why the hell were you so rough with her? Get her seated- carefully!”
“Yes, sir.”
The men helped her to a chair with surprising gentleness.
Naomi didn’t know what Nathaniel planned. Her whole body tensed as he approached, knelt down, and placed a hand on her stomach.
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She almost flinched.
“Pregnant?” he asked.
“…Yes,” she said, voice shaking.
“You’ve had a hell of a day, haven’t you?”
“….Are you still going to kill me?” she asked quietly.
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Her lips tried to form a soft expression, but the fear etched on her face made it all look stiff and awkward.
Nathaniel didn’t seem to notice. He gave a half–smile.
“Today wasn’t great,” he admitted. “You showing up to the Leaf Corp banquet looking like that? It made me lose face. That’s all. I just wanted to scare you a little. Didn’t think my guys would take it so seriously.”
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