Chapter 481 Oliver: Jail? Not My First Time 2
A clueless doctor approached with a syringe. "We need to extract bone marrow now. Sir, you'll have to leave."
"Fuck off. You're dead." Oliver's kick sent the male doctor crashing down, instantly fracturing three ribs.
The man writhed on the floor, howling in pain.
Within minutes, hundreds of Windsor Group security personnel surrounded the hospital. Matthew's men were completely outnumbered.
The moment Claire was free, she released Sarah from the restraints.
"Thank God Oliver arrived in time!" Claire broke down sobbing. "I don't know what would have happened..."
Sarah's eyes welled with tears. They had planned to meet in Harmony City in three days—no one could have predicted Matthew's insanity would reach this level.
Oliver dropped all pretense of civility. He slowly removed his suit jacket, shedding his refined exterior. In just his tailored shirt and trousers, the fabric clung to his frame, revealing his muscular physique.
First, he beat the doctor within an inch of his life.
Then he advanced toward Matthew, step by deliberate step.
Matthew's men tried blocking his path. "Mr. Windsor, please calm down."
"Calm down?" Oliver's voice turned glacial. "He dragged my wife here to extract her bone marrow. He wanted my child to die. How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?"
In his prime physical condition, Oliver easily seized Matthew's arm.
In one swift motion, he snapped Matthew's arm.
The crack echoed through the room—sharp and definitive.
Everyone froze in shock. No one expected Oliver to be so bold. Despite Matthew's status, Oliver attacked without warning and broke his arm without a second thought.
Matthew staggered backward, gasping through the pain.
He knew he'd lost the upper hand.
Just then, Claire charged forward, hurling herself at Matthew like a woman possessed. Claire wasn't educated, but she understood one simple truth: whoever hurt Sarah would pay with blood.
She was determined to kill this bastard.
Claire tore at Matthew's clothes and raked her nails across his face, determined to ruin his looks and strip away his mask of respectability for good.
Blood poured from Matthew's eyes, his mouth, covering his entire body.
Claire bit down hard, tearing a chunk of flesh from Matthew and spitting it out in disgust—declaring it too foul even for a dog. When she was finished, Matthew was left unrecognizable, utterly broken.
Still, he struggled to his feet, facing Oliver with a sinister smile. "Aren't you afraid of retaliation?"
"Of course I am! True! I can't beat you in Evergreen City. But perhaps you remember Terry? Since he left, Harmony City belongs to my people. If you're after power, you'll need someone to open doors for you—and I own those doors."
"Matthew, I have options. I have my son and daughter. While the Moore family line ends with you!" he added.
Matthew trembled with rage.
"I'll see you rot in prison," he shouted at Oliver. "You won't get away with this."
Oliver carried Sarah toward the exit, with Nicole clinging tightly to her father's sleeve.
At the doorway, Oliver spoke quietly, "I forgot to mention—all those men Hestia slept with? I arranged them. And I had every position photographed. If you dare distort today's events, tomorrow the whole world will see Nicholas's wife in various sexual positions with multiple men."
Matthew shook with fury.
Just then, a female doctor rushed in. "Mr. Matthew Moore, Isaac overdosed on anesthesia and won't stop convulsing. He might be permanently paralyzed."
Matthew paled with horror.
Disregarding his own injuries, he hurried to his son's side.
Hestia, who had just arrived, collapsed at the news.
Chaos erupted throughout the hospital.