Anything For Her

Chapter 791 A Fate Worse Than Death

“Mr. Lehner, I heard that you courted Wilma back then. It hasn't been more than a month since the two of you

married, but you're already sick of her? Men really are terrible,” the woman whose hands were wandering all over

him deliberately said.

Indeed, he was a terrible man.

But so what? He was rich. Money was all that mattered to these women, so they were willing to turn a blind eye to

anything he did.

“It was interesting at the start, but she's now pregnant, so I can't do anything anymore. I can't believe she's even

trying to put a leash around my neck! How can I let her lord over me? That's enough; let's not talk about that

revolting woman anymore. As long as you can serve me well, these are yours.” With that said, Phineas placed a

stack of cash on the coffee table.

The two women by his side immediately beamed at the thick wad of cash.

“I knew you were a generous man, Mr. Lehner. Don't worry. We'll definitely have you enjoying yourself tonight.”

After all, the two women were one of the best in the clubhouse.

“Mm, I love women like you. You're flirty enough!” Phineas remarked as he let his hands wander on the two

women's bodies.

Right then, someone opened the door. When the two women raised their heads, they were met with a pair of

terror-inducing eyes.

“Who are you? Why are you here? Did you come to the wrong room?” Phineas questioned upon lifting his head and

seeing the pretty face before him. He had seen the woman before. Even though he had only encountered her once,

he would never forget that face of hers.

She's Wilma's boss, right? She came to my wedding before.

However, Phineas was fearless and even seemed to relish the idea of pinning down a beautiful woman like Sophie.

“Ms. Sophie, what brings you here?”

“You two, please head out for a moment. I have some things to discuss with this man over here,” Sophie icily

uttered.

The two women did not dare to say anything in protest at Sophie's aggressive demeanor, so they left in silence.

On the other hand, Phineas, who was partially undressed on the couch, gulped at the sight of Sophie's beauty.

“Ms. Sophie, what would you like to talk to me about? Are you here to have some fun with me? Let me tell you this

first—I'm a pretty strong man. I—”

Sophie's expression remained stony despite his disgusting words.

Then, she interrupted him by questioning, “Did you hit Wilma?”

Ah, so she's here to settle the score with me.

“Ms. Sophie, that's between us. I didn't hit her; it's just a romantic act between the two of us.”

“A romantic act?”

Sophie barked out a laugh in her fury. How can men like him exist in this world? He beat her to within an inch of her

life, but here he is, telling me that it's a romantic act!

“Uh-huh! That's what a lot of people do nowadays. Ms. Sophie, you're still unmarried, so you wouldn't understand

this.”

“It looks like you're one for 'romantic acts' like these.” To say such things means he's unrepentant.

“Ms. Sophie, it's Christmas. Why are you here telling me these things instead of keeping your boyfriend company at

home?” Phineas taunted. Wilma's my wife. Even if I do hit her, she has to endure it in silence. “Ms. Sophie, please

don't tell me you're here to have some fun because your boyfriend can't fulfill your needs.”

Tristan could not believe that the douchebag was casting doubt on his stamina just as he arrived at the place.

Excuse me? No man is going to stand for that!

“Why aren't you going inside?” he then asked Sophie.

Sophie turned to look at him. The only reason she had not taught Phineas a lesson herself was because Tristan had

told her he was going to do it.

“I was waiting for you.”

Once Phineas saw Tristan by Sophie's side, he quickly tidied his clothes.

“What are you trying to do? You can't do as you please! We live in a lawful society, all right?” Phineas cried out, his

words tinged with panic.

However, Tristan did not bother wasting his breath on the other man as he immediately made his move. Despite

beating up someone, Tristan was still as elegant as he always was, but all of the blows he dealt were agonizing

ones.

He was ruthless, and he intentionally picked visible spots to strike.

The kind of men he hated most were men who hit women. It was fine by him if the man wanted to get a divorce

from the woman, but a husband must never lay a hand on his wife. Therefore, he was going to teach a piece of

trash like Phineas a good lesson.

In no time, only the screams of pain and terror from Phineas could be heard in the room.

“Help! Someone's trying to kill me!” Phineas pleaded, unable to withstand the beating. Alas, the club owner did not

dare to enter the room after finding out who was in it.

The people outside the room could only pale drastically as the screams traveled into their ears. All they could do

was ponder over the severity of the beating that Phineas was receiving.

In the meantime, Sophie was standing at the side, watching with her arms folded across her chest. She was

completely unfazed by Phineas' miserable state.

Eventually, Phineas kneeled down and begged for mercy.

“I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please let me go!” It was only then Phineas realized what kind of demon he had crossed.

Trembling, he went on, “Ms. Sophie, I'm really sorry! I'm going to apologize to Wilma right now!”

“Let's go!” came Sophie's frigid response.

When Tristan saw that Phineas remained motionless despite hearing Sophie's answer, he shot the latter a glare.

Instantly, Phineas scrambled out of the room after them.

As soon as the others outside spotted Phineas' dreadful condition, they held their breaths and kept their silence.

When Tristan and Sophie went to the parking lot, Sophie came to a stop outside of the car.

“What's the matter? Aren't we going to the hospital? Why are you standing here?” Tristan curiously asked. He knew

that Sophie was protective of the people around her. Moreover, Sophie felt grateful toward Wilma for her kindness,

and thus, there was no way she would allow Wilma's abuser to go unpunished.

“I don't want to be in the same car as that man.” Every time she thought about how he had beaten Wilma into that

state, she would feel anger flare up in her.

“I see...” Tristan trailed off, walking over to open the trunk before glancing at Phineas. “Are you going to get in there

yourself, or do you want me to help you with it?”

Phineas was speechless.

But... that's the trunk. I'll suffocate inside, won't I?

“Mr. Tristan, I—” Phineas started, but Tristan's intense gaze shut him up and made him crawl into the trunk of his

own accord.

Then, Tristan closed the trunk.

He was already showing Phineas mercy by not killing him back in the club. However, that mercy was because they

were going to let Wilma make the decision.

“Let's go,” Sophie said flatly as if they had not just forced a man into the trunk.

After all, the hospital was only half an hour's drive away, so it was unlikely that Phineas would die.

Meanwhile, Phineas was trembling in the narrow trunk.

He was drunk when he hit Wilma, so he failed to keep his strength in check.

He had never anticipated such an outcome.

Soon, they reached the hospital, and Tristan opened the trunk to let the fearful Phineas crawl out of it.

“Don't be scared. We won't kill you,” Sophie uttered to him. “Though, I think you'll end up with a fate worse than

death.”

Phineas inhaled sharply.

“Ms. Sophie, I know I've made a mistake. Besides, this is a matter between me and my wife.” You can't do this to

me, was what went unsaid.