For what seems like an eternity, Benjamin stands there motionless, time standing still around him, and his mouth agape in shock.The slap had been so sudden, so unexpected that he can't believe it actually happened. It takes him until he touches his aching cheek for it to slowly begin sinking in.It wasn't a dream. He wasn't in a trance. It really did happen. An acid-like taste creeps into his tongue and he groans out, taking a look around him, especially at Natasha behind him.And at that moment, it is as if a bomb explodes in his head as he gets a clearer view of what just happened. This punk slapped him right in front of Natasha just after he tried to show off to her how influential and powerful he is.And to top it off, the punk threatened him that he would slap him yet again, even harder, if he as much as opened his mouth again. If these were done discreetly then maybe it would have been a little bearable, but the punk's slap and threat were so loud that they garnered the atte
A chill runs down Benjamin's spine all the way to his bone marrow. 'Had he just provoked someone he couldn't afford to provoke?' He thinks, his mind racing and his heart pounding furiously against his chest.When he attacked the stranger, he had been brazenly overconfident to do so because he thought the man was weak and couldn't be more powerful than he is.It was also because of that brazen assumption that he arrogantly dismissed the man's threat to call for help.He was so certain that since he was more powerful than him none of his reinforcement could be of any harm to him.But right now, as he looks at the burly men surrounding him, he can't help but realize what a mistake he had made for underestimating the stranger.First off, someone who can gather this number of burly men in less than two minutes is definitely not an ordinary man, he might actually be more powerful than he is.Secondly, these burly men are obviously trained fighters, how can he survive a hit from any of them?
"No, you won't dare!" Benjamin yells, his fists clenched. "Indeed, I might have lied about being friends with Mr. Capone," he sucks his teeth. "But I'm still Benjamin Wright, the supervisor of World Apparels Galaxy! You sure can't dare to hit me!"Luca sneers disdainfully, "If your general manager or Mr. Arthur Smith were here, I might show some restraint, but you are just a mere supervisor, do you think your status can scare me or stop me? What can you possibly do to me?! In case you don't know, you are nothing but a worm to me! Hmph!" He snorts coldly, barking, "Beat him up!"Benjamin's face pales and his eyes widen in terror. Truly, he is just a mere supervisor while Luca is the brother of Mr. Lorenzo Capone, their status are worlds apart from each other. How could he have been so stupid to think his identity would stop him from getting his revenge?His blood runs cold. These burly men are almost reaching him. "Please, Mr. Capone, spare me!" Not knowing what else to do, he drops to
Jordan's brows furrow into a frown. Once again, Benjamin's actions have just stunned him speechless for he never thought he could be so selfish as to do such a thing.And this is not because he expected anything less from him as he has kept on exhibiting bad characters upon bad characters, but because since the moment he met Natasha earlier today, he has been fawning over her, and even a while ago declared she was his girl. Even though that isn't true, Jordan had expected that, at the very least, because of it, he wouldn't give her up to Luca, but he did so effortlessly and without a single emotion as if she were a toy he could treat anyway he pleased.To make matters worst, he feels Natasha should be grateful. That statement is so surprising as it is infuriating. Natasha's heart is pounding against her chest, and she can feel her legs shaking beneath her and beads of sweat running down her back. She knows exactly what would happen to her if she is taken away.And just the notion of
Natasha's offer is quite appealing that the onlookers, especially the male folks, both old and young, are so intrigued. "Just the thought of watching her do the dishes is enough to make my day," they think, their minds wandering to the image of Natasha bending over a sink, her backside in full display, and their mouths water, so pushed to help her, but as soon as their gazes land on Luca, they sigh and dismiss the idea, the majority of them backing several meters away as they don't want Luca thinking they might actually be considering the idea."So none of you is willing to help me!" Not being able to hold back her emotions as she sees their actions, Natasha breaks down in tears, her body shaking uncontrollably.She did nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this cruel fate, but here she is about to pay the price for another's sin just because she is poor and has no one to stand up for her. As tears stream down her cheeks, her eyes turn red and puffy, and she feels a crushing sense of hop
Jordan gives a dismissive shrug, unperturbed by Luca's anger. He sits down next to Natasha and passes her a glass of wine before shooting a look of defiance at him. "My earlier statement should have been clear enough," he says coolly. "Why should I answer such a foolish question?"He crosses his leg, adopting an air of nonchalance. "If you have hearing issues then I suggest you go visit an otolaryngologist, I'm not one."Nevertheless, if holding onto the thought that I spoke out of the influence of alcohol would soothe your overbearing ego, then feel free to hold onto it for as long as you wish. As for your second question, I'm a free bird and as such, I do whatever I want.""I must admit that I'm quite impressed by your sheer courage," Luca retorts with a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nonetheless, I have to let you know that there are moments one's actions become acts of stupidity. I know you want to play a hero and rescue the lady in distress, but you should know wh
Luca's underlings stop in their tracks, their gazes turning to where the voice came from and at the sight of the owner of the voice, their jaws drop. In the doorway stands a tall, muscular figure, his frame imposing and intimidating. He is clad in a black leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his overbearing muscles, and a large, intricate tattoo on his right arm. The tattoo is a mix of skulls and crossbones, with flames licking up the side of his arm. His dark hair is slicked back, and his dark eyes are piercing and cold. His jaw is set, his expression unreadable, but there is no mistaking the danger he exuded. His presence fills the room, his sheer force of will palpable.It's quite normal that Jordan keeps an indifferent front and as such would never care about whoever it is at the door...But things are different this time around as he is quite intrigued, which is because whoever it is had managed to stop the brewing brawl with just the sound of his voice and instil
"Who's the ballsy asshole brave enough to hit the Mafia boss's son?!" Shadow roars, his eyes turning fiery with anger, and his features contorting into a furious scowl. Shadow wasn't happy to begin with as he had walked into the bar to see people raising hell and causing a scene, which was tantamount to flouting his boss's rules. Luca's words were just the straw that broke the camel's back. This is his boss's turf yet someone not only went against his rules but was so brazen to beat up his brother on it! It was nothing more than a blatant insult to his boss! A menacing aura bursts out of his body and descends all over the place, causing the temperature of the bar to plummet to several degrees and sending chills running down the spines of Natasha, the onlookers, Luca's underlings, and even Luca himself. And in the blink of an eye, the noise level in the bar drops to absolute silence, with the only sound that can be heard being the thumping of the terrified onlookers' hearts. No one