I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 400: His True Fury

After spending some time nestled together in the hotel, Meredith and Terrence decided to take a walk outside. Strolling near the hotel was ideal since Meredith needed to digest her meal and get some exercise, which was also beneficial for the baby she was carrying. Mondale's nightscape was quite enchanting, though it couldn't compare to the safety of Auroraville.

Barely had they stepped out when Terrence Sterling noticed they were being followed. Keeping his composure, he suggested to Meredith, "Let's head back to the hotel to rest."

"Why? We just left," Meredith responded, puzzled.

As the words left her mouth, the roar of an engine broke the silence-a motorcycle speeding directly towards them, specifically targeting Meredith. With swift protection, Terrence pushed Meredith behind him and delivered a forceful kick to the motorcycle. The vehicle wobbled off balance, and its two riders tumbled to the ground, writhing in pain, unable to get up quickly.

The shock of the sudden attack left Meredith trembling. Terrence quickly confronted one of the men, his eyes flashing dangerously, "Who sent you?"

Clearly, this was no ordinary robbery attempt. The man remained silent, but his accomplice, seeing the situation, helped up the motorcycle and sped off.

Terrence watched the fleeing figure briefly before turning back and striking the silent man without hesitation. His frustration had been building with no outlet; he suspected these men were sent by an official or perhaps Alistair Golding, and his punches were merciless.

The beaten man, covering his head, could barely endure the pain and finally pleaded, "I'll talk! It was Mr. Howell."

At the mention of "Howell," Meredith recalled the blond men who had ambushed her in an alley-also hired by Mr. Howell. It seemed Mr. Howell was persistent.

"Which Mr. Howell?" Terrence demanded coldly.

"The one from the corner diner. He paid us to kill the lady," the man confessed, glancing at Meredith.

Hearing her life was targeted, Terrence's eyes darkened with increased fury. Meredith remarked, "Last night, some people troubled me, also sent by this Mr. Howell. I'm curious, who exactly is this Mr. Howell? I don't recall knowing anyone by that name."

"Meredith, go back to the hotel. Leave the rest to me," Terrence said before kicking the man away and calling Selene to pick up Meredith.

...

At a local fast-food joint, a slightly overweight man received a call that yet another plan had failed. He quickly called Chloe, then packed his things to leave. The man was Harold Howell, the diner's owner.

As Harold carried his luggage out the back door, planning to flee Mondale overnight, a cold object pressed against his forehead stopped him-a gun. Looking up, Harold's eyes widened in terror at the sight of Terrence Sterling. "Harold Howell? Mr. Howell?" Terrence asked coldly, his voice like death from hell, "What has my wife done to you to deserve an attack on a pregnant woman?"

Harold, his heart racing and face pale with fear, stammered, "I... I don't know what you're talking about. This is Mondale, murder is illegal here, don't do anything rash. If it's money you want, I can give you that."

"You talk of law after sending killers for my wife?" Terrence smirked bloodthirstily.

"It's all a misunderstanding, Mr. Sterling..."

Terrence, expressionless, began to count, "One, two..."

Not daring to gamble, Harold blurted out in panic, "It was Chloe!"

At the brink of death, all promises meant nothing. Survival was paramount.

Harold had thought handling someone like Meredith in Mondale would be simple, as the local police hardly cared about such incidents. However, even after confessing, Harold couldn't escape his fate. Terrence, without hesitation, pulled the trigger of his silenced gun.

Harold died with his eyes wide open, never expecting that even a confession wouldn't save him. After dealing with Harold, Terrence handed the gun to Rick, standing behind him, "Take care of this."

Rick, pale-faced and swallowing hard, had never seen Terrence this ruthless in the eight years he'd followed him. Harold Howell was just the beginning. Rick realized that since leaving prison, Terrence had become even more bloodthirsty, and he wouldn't spare anyone.