Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Li Bei Jue Wants to Stand Up for Her!
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Linton City, the Smith Family residence.
With Martin Harper’s support, Finn Smith staggered into the house.
“Darling, what happened to you?” The bejewelled Mrs. Smith exclaimed as soon as he entered the door, rushing over in concern, “Good heavens, how did your face end up like this?”
Finn’s left cheek was as swollen as a pig’s head, and his forehead was cut. He was already not that good-looking, and now he looked even more like a pig!
Mrs. Smith only had one son, and she doted on him so much that she would pluck him stars from the sky if she could. It was because of this that her twenty-seven-year-old son, Finn, hadn’t found a proper job yet, causing trouble everywhere he went.
“Martin, what happened? Who did this to my baby’s face? Tell me!” Holding her groaning son, she helped him sit down on the sofa, then immediately turned to interrogate Martin who came back with Finn.
“Why are you all making such a fuss? Keep it down, I’m in a meeting.” The noise from the living room disturbed Mayor Smith, who was working in his upstairs study.
“Our baby is getting beaten to death, and you’re still thinking about your damn meeting!” Mrs. Smith growled in anger.
“Who did he get into a fight with this time?” Mayor Smith rubbed his temples impatiently before coming downstairs. His expression froze upon laying eyes on Finn’s beaten state, and he asked, “What happened?”
“Dad, someone beat me up. They even threatened to kill our entire family,” confessed Finn, his arrogant demeanor outside completely changed, his pig-like face filled with resentment.
Knowing the kind of person his son was, Mayor Smith scolded without mercy, “Why would anyone beat you up without reason? You must have done something to deserve it!”
At that, Mrs. Smith flew into a rage, and with a loud protest, she exclaimed, “Magnus Smith, what do you mean? Our son got beaten up, and not only are you not seeking justice for him, you’re blaming him! Is this how a father behaves? Would you be happy and satisfied if our baby gets beaten to death?”
Mayor Smith, uninterested in quarrelling with her, turned to Martin and asked,
“Martin, tell me what happened.”
Martin then recounted what happened in the room, excluding the part about Finn attacking Enna Clark. He made it seem as if ‘Jasmine Clark introduced a girlfriend to Finn, but the girl took the money and refused to cooperate’.
When Mrs. Smith heard that William Sullivan had also laid a hand on her son, she was furious. “How dare the Sullivan Family and the Clark Family take advantage of my son, assuming we’re easy to bully? No way, I’m going to confront them and demand an explanation!”
“Enough! Can you be quiet? Do you think I’m not irritated enough?” Mayor Smith’s head was throbbing from the noise. He wasn’t an easy man to fool with. He was too familiar with his son’s character and knew he wouldn’t be as innocent as Martin had made him out to be.
Of course, he was furious at Jasmine Clark and William Sullivan. However, what concerned him more was the man who had barged into the room. “Do you remember what that man who carried him away looked like?” Martin tried to recall, preparing to respond.
Suddenly, a loud screech of brakes came from the entrance, and more than a dozen men in black military uniforms stormed in.
Mrs. Smith was startled and shouted loudly, “What are you doing? Do you know where this is? Out!”
Just as her words fell, a man appeared surrounded by the others.
The man was exceptionally young, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. His black trousers accentuated his solid, powerful legs.. It was as if a top male model was walking the runway! Unfortunately, his aura was too cold, chilling like a bone-cutting knife, making one dare not look directly at him!