My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 1093

Chapter 1094

Subsequently, Zephyr handed her a warm towel before wiping his hands with his own. It was then the man in a suit

entered the racecourse.

He was the same person Johanna had seen in the mansion earlier.

Upon his approach, the man informed Zephyr in Irushean, “We have caught the man at the airport, Mr. Zephyr.

How do you want to deal with him?”

Zephyr casually asked, “Where is he now?”

“At Broadway Casino,” the man replied.

Raising his hand, Zephyr gestured for the man in a suit to show him the time from the wristwatch the latter was

wearing. “Coincidentally, I'm going to the city for lunch, so let's drop by to take a look.”

The man responded in acknowledgment before leaving to prepare the car.

Once the color on Johanna's face returned, Zephyr led her to the changing room to remove her riding gear. After

that, both of them were driven away from the expansive private manor.

Assuming that they were heading back to the mansion, Johanna put some distance between herself and Zephyr by

moving closer to the window, where she closed her eyes to rest.

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Half an hour later, their car arrived in the city.

Upon emerging from the car, Johanna found herself in an underground parking lot where the man in a suit led

them to the elevator. It was made entirely of glass, giving them an unobstructed view of the scenery outside.

As the elevator gradually ascended, Johanna looked down and was greeted by the magnificent decorations below.

Filled with thronging crowds, the place looked like a casino to her.

After throwing Johanna a glance, the man in a suit asked, “Mr. Zephyr, do you need me to take her to the private

room to wait?”

In the midst of fiddling with Johanna's tasseled earrings, Zephyr was about to agree before breaking into a faint

smile. “No. A timid woman needs to learn how to steel herself.”

No further comment came from his subordinate.

Soon, the elevator arrived on the tenth floor, and there were only three private rooms on it. It was usually reserved

for meetings conducted by members of the Carlo family and off-limits to ordinary guests.

As Johanna followed Zephyr into one of the rooms, she saw that it was opulently decorated, just like a small palace.

Inside the room stood three to four men in black suits with blond hair and blue eyes. In spite of that, one couldn't

tell from their appearances that they belonged to the fearsome mafia.



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Meanwhile, a blond man who was around his fifties was lying on the carpet with all of his limbs tightly bound.

Once Zephyr's subordinate freed him of his restraints, the man—ignoring the pain he was in—groveled at Zephyr's

feet and gave the latter's shoes a kiss.

Thereafter, he pleaded in Irushean, “Osborn, I didn't do it on purpose. I beg of you. Please forgive me this once.”

Lowering his gaze to look at the man, Zephyr broke into a nonchalant smile. “If everyone tells me the same thing

and begs for my forgiveness, what do you expect me to do?”

Zephyr's words sent a chill down the man's spine. In spite of that, he continued to beg for mercy, even if he had to

sacrifice his limbs.

To demonstrate his resolve, the blond man even picked up the katana on the table and severed his left arm without

any hesitation.

The sight of the spewing blood drew a shriek from Johanna as she staggered back in horror.

After throwing her a glance, Zephyr narrowed his eyes at the blond man as he sneered, “Your blood had stained

Jojo's dress.”

The man in a suit pulled out his gun and handed it to Zephyr.

Upon cocking the gun, Zephyr walked up to Johanna. With his chest pressed against her back, he wrapped her

fingers around its handle.

“As a member of the mafia, it would be humiliating if one didn't know how to use a gun.”

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When Johanna recognized what he was demanding of her, her face lost all color as she frantically retracted her

hands. “I'm not a member of the mafia!”

“Come on now.”

Zephyr grabbed her hands tightly as he lowered his head and whispered, “You won't be able to kill anyone with just

a knife, but a gun is different. Don't you desire to kill me? How are you going to do it when you don't know how to

fire a gun?”

It suddenly dawned upon Johanna that Zephyr was awake that fateful night when she attempted to take him out.

If she had followed through with her plan, he might have taken her life then.

“If you knew how to fire a gun, you would be able to kill me when we meet one day again, provided you're lucky

enough to escape,” Zephyr explained. “Don't you want revenge?”

Johanna didn't reply, but it was obvious that her resistance softened. Thereafter, her trembling finger crawled its

way onto the trigger.

With an insidious smile on his face, Zephyr moved his hand toward her wrist and shifted the gun in the direction of

the blond man. “Aim at his forehead and pull the trigger.”



Gun in hand, Johanna kept telling herself that it was Zephyr who wanted the blond man dead due to the grudge he

held, and it had nothing to do with her.

Hence, Johanna closed her eyes before pulling the trigger.