NovelEnglishChapter 0217
In the corridor outside the private room, the onlookers-rich second generations, group executives, corporate white-collar workers-stared in shock at the scene unfolding within. They could not believe their eyes.
From the outset, Fitch launched an unexpected, violent assault on Trevor and Mister Hill. Their faces froze as they felt disoriented.
The esteemed young heir of the Duncan family, the heir to one of the Wyverna’s top five peak families, was bowing to a young man in the private room, addressing him as ‘Sir Kane’ and even asking for forgiveness? Just who was this young man?
“Sir Kane,” Fitch apologized with a bow. He straightened up slowly, his face wearing a bitter expression. “If | had known you were coming, | would’ve welcomed you myself! Unfortunately, this misunderstanding occurred. Please don’t scare me; | really don’t know what's going on here!”
The commotion outside the private room was overwhelming. The rich second-generation folks, executives, and white-collar workers stared in disbelief at Fitch and Alexander, feeling as if their brains were failing to process the situation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFitch was frightened by this young man? Judging by his appearance, he clearly held immense respect for him. Still, was there any young person who could command such reverence from Fitch in the entire Wyverna?
Heavens above. Was this young man’s status better than Fitch’s? Just who was he?
“Fitch,” Alexander spoke in a calm tone, not blaming Fitch. He pointed toward the wailing Trevor on the ground and said softly, “This foreigner drugged my relative here. Luckily, | arrived in time. If | had been a step slower, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable. This is your establishment. You know what to do!”
Fitch’s expression changed slightly. He turned abruptly, his gaze piercing as a knife as he glared at the fallen Trevor.
Trevor drugged Lord Alexander’s relative? This guy had a death wish!
“Men, come!” Fitch raised his hand abruptly, his voice carrying an icy chill, “Drag him out and cripple him!”
Two black-clad bodyguards sprang into action and each grabbed his legs: One of the bodyguards lifted his right leg like a battle ax and ruthlessly kicked Trevor in the crotch.
A muffled sound echoed as blood and flesh blurred in Trevor’s crotch. Already battered by Fitch just moments ago, he convulsed violently, his body twitching a few times. He could not even muster a miserable scream as he fainted on the spot.
The two bodyguards continued to execute Fitch’s orders. They dragged Trevor by the ankles, from the top floor along the stairs to the backyard of the establishment, and threw him directly into the garbage bin. The whole process left a trail of blood on the ground, and Trevor looked as if he was barely alive.
“Mister Duncan! Mister Duncan!”
At this moment, on the floor of the private room, the manager, Patrick Hill Hill, watched the scene unfold with
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“Mister Duncan, I’m damned. | was blind!
“| didn’t know who this young man was. | really didn’t! Because Trevor had a relationship with you, | did it to honor you. That was why this misunderstanding happened today, Mister Duncan. Please have mercy, | know |
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwas wrong!”
Fitch snorted. “So now you know you're wrong? Is that enough? The one you offended is not me; it’s Sir Kane!”
“Sir Kane?” Patrick Hill shuddered and rushed to Alexander’s side, slapping his face harshly. Crying heartbreakingly, he said, “Mister... No, Sir Kane! | beg you to spare me. It really was a misunderstanding today. A big misunderstanding!”
“Do you still remember our bet?”
Alexander looked down at Patrick Hill and spoke softly from his elevated position, “I said you’d regret making that call to Fitch. You sneered at it, didn’t believe it at all. Now, | want to know: Do you believe it now?”
Patrick Hill let out a miserable scream, repeatedly bowing to Alexander, blood streaming down his forehead. “I believe it! | truly believe it! | regret it, regret it to my bones!” He broke into sobs. “Sir Kane...your words are the truth. Even if you say the sun rises from the west, I’ll believe it!”
Alexander’s lips curved slightly as he almost laughed.
Patrick Hill Hill was an interesting man. He believed even if Alexander said the sun rises from the west. The attitude of admitting mistakes was quite good!
“Fitch.” Ignoring Patrick Hill, Alexander turned to Fitch, his gaze slightly softened. “He didn’t do much to my cousin, just cursed at her. It’s not a crdeserving death. See to it that he gets the appropriate levels of punishment. You handle it yourself.”
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