Chapter 909

Matthew's eyes went wide when he realized Alyssa thought he was a male prostitute. The whole situation felt absurd to him. He gave Alyssa a once-over. She looked pretty stunning and was probably in her 30s with an amazing figure. Her silky nightgown complemented her smooth skin, giving her a seductive and elegant vibe. Matthew was baffled when he discovered that Alyssa had to pay for a man's company. Noticing that he was silent, Alyssa reached out and lifted his chin. "You're pretty attractive with those sharp eyes, and I don't get that cheesy vibe from you. You don't look like someone from this line of work. I'm drawn to your genuine, innocent nature." Frowning, Matthew found the fire stirred inside him snuffed out. "I like women, but you're not my type." Women like Alyssa probably had a history of sleeping around. Her non-committal, promiscuous vibe made Matthew keep his distance from her. Alyssa's face hardened, and she raised an eyebrow. "Know your place. You're here to do your work. I paid, so you better do your part. "If not, I could always make a phone call, and your boss might have some words with you. So, I'd suggest you just do what I ask—" Alyssa was halfway through her sentence when Matthew grabbed her by the neck and slammed her down on the couch. He grabbed her neck with one hand and tightened his grip just enough to stop her from finishing her words. Alyssa's face turned red, and her neck stiffened as she tried to pry Matthew's hand off. However, his grip was so strong like a clamp that she couldn't do anything about it. Her mouth was open wide, struggling for air like a fish on land about to suffocate. Seeing that Alyssa couldn't catch her breath, Matthew let go of her. After panting for a while, Alyssa held her neck, looking terrified. "A-Are you out of your mind? How dare you lay your hands on me? Don't you want to make money?" Matthew clutched Alyssa's neck again, pinning her down on the couch. "Shut up!" Alyssa freaked out. "No. Please don't. If you want money, I'll give you what you want. Don't do anything reckless." Matthew snapped, "I don't want your money." Shaking with fear, Alyssa pleaded, "Don't hurt me, please. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me." Matthew coldly stated, "I'm looking for someone." Alyssa hesitated. "You're finding someone? You're not here to hurt me?" Matthew released his grip on Alyssa's neck and coldly said, "I'm just seeking out a person. Why would I hurt you if you weren't treating me like a prostitute?" Alyssa's expression relaxed a little. Standing up from the couch, she took a few steps back and rubbed her neck. "Tell me more about him. As long as he's a resident in Kirkshire, I should know him." Upon hearing Alyssa's words, Matthew's eyes flickered with hope. "Do you know a person named Pierre Davenport?" Davenport… Alyssa thought it over and shook her head. "In this town, everyone's last name is either Kirk or Davenport. Most of them are Davenports, but I've never heard of anyone named Pierre. Are you sure you've got the name right or the right place?" Matthew furrowed his brows. "How can that be? He's a doctor in his 30s. He's about five foot three inches and weighs around 200 pounds. It's pretty rare to see a guy this short and skinny. Doesn't that ring any bells for you?" Alyssa suddenly exclaimed. "Are you talking about Monkey? The only doctor in our town who's this skinny and short is Monkey." Monkey? That must have been his nickname. Thinking about Pierre's height and build, Matthew figured Pierre was probably Monkey. "Does he have a name?" Alyssa responded, "Of course. His name is Cleeve Davenport. He is a total nutjob. What do you need him for?"