Novel1Chapter 361 Preston gasped for air, pain radiating from where Finley had just kicked him.
"It's a misunderstanding... a complete misunderstanding," he stammered.
Finley snorted. "A misunderstanding? Then what were you doing in a hotel room you had no business being in, huh?" Without waiting for an answer, Finley drew back his foot and slammed it into Preston's stomach with every ounce of strength he had.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPreston's slightly pudgy belly caved in under the blow, and he rolled across the floor, writhing in agony. His face turned a sickly shade of blue, and sweat poured down his forehead in thick, glistening drops.
The women nearby shrank back in terror, their faces drained of color.
The door to the private lounge had been left open, and the commotion quickly drew a crowd. Guests gathered in the hallway, eager for a glimpse of the spectacle.
Doris, the beloved daughter of the owner of The Gilded Lily-one of Capitolion's most exclusive clubs-heard the uproar and hurried over, anxiety etched on her face. This was a place frequented by the city's elite: old-money magnates, corporate powerhouses, and people who valued discretion above all. If the fight escalated, it could tarnish the club's reputation. And then what would becof their business? Her gaze immediately found Victor, standing tall and aloof, watching the chaos unfold with icy detachment. Maybe, she thought, he'd remember their past acquaintance and show her a little courtesy.
She smoothed her dress, put on her most gracious smile, and approached him with practiced poise. "Victor, there must be smisunderstanding here. Why don't we all just take a step back and talk this out calmly?" Isadora recognized Doris as the woman who'd poured Victor a drink the last tshe was here. Victor barely glanced her way, his voice devoid of warmth. "Who said you could weigh in?" Doris flushed with embarrassment, her composure slipping. In this place, every man usually hung on her every word. She shot Isadora a venomous look, as if blaming her for the humiliation.
Meanwhile, Finley shook out his hand and stepped aside.
Victor's gaze was cold as steel. "Lesson delivered?" Finley nodded. "Yeah." Victor strode forward, planted his boot firmly on Preston's head asdf crushing something worthless, and spoke in a low, chilling voice. I'm a fair man. Anyone who wrongspays it back-one way or another." Preston, already battered and barely conscious, trembled at the sight of Victor looming over him. His face was ashen, his whole body quivering.
"It was Rowena," he blurted out, "She... she's your ex. She said even if something happened, you wouldn't get involved..." At the mention of the ex-girlfriend, Magnus shot a sharp look at Isadora, his brow knit in a worried frown.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor's eyes went glacial. He pressed his foot down harder, the sharp toe of his Italian shoe digging dangerously close to Preston's eye.
Preston shrieked in terror, his plea spilling out in a panicked rush. "Mr.
Π Fitzgerald, please swear I never laid alfinger on her! I... I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Please, just letgo!"
Victor raised an eyebrow, a cruel, mocking smile tugging at his lips He sharp for a sharp fruit knife from reached the nearby table, idly running its edge across his palm as if lost in thought. "Is that so?" he murmured.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than-wham-the knife flewn from his hand, stidin the air and embedding itself in the floor just inches from Preston's head. Preston nearly fainted from the shock, his eyes bulging as if they might pop from their sockets.
Everyone in the room gasped, the tension crackling in the air. Was Victor really about to go to war over a woman? Victor's voice cut through the silence. "Where's Rowena?" Preston's voice quivered as he stammered out the truth. "I don't know. After that night I haven't seen her since."
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