Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

Asher strode a few steps forward until he towered over Justin. His

gaze was icy as he looked down at the pale complexion of the man

before him.

“Justin, you should go to hell!”

In an instant, Asher abruptly leaned forward and tackled Justin, who

was seated on the chair, to the ground.

They crashed heavily to the floor, prompting Steven to scream in shock. “Be careful, Mr. Thompson!”

Justin’s back suffered a severe blow. His internal organs trembled

violently.

Suddenly, a cold gleam flashed before Justin’s eyes.

With a fierce gaze, Asher held a cross-shaped dagger high above,

aiming it menacingly at Justin’s ink-black pupils.

“Don’t do it, Mr. Thompson!” Steven exclaimed in panic.

Steven could completely understand Asher’s feelings. However, despite his deep hatred for Justin for taking away Bella’s virginity, Steven was also aware of the consequences if Asher hurt Justin.

If Asher injured Justin, he would be jailed, and Bella would also be consumed by profound self-blame.

This was not something Bella wanted.

A noble and refined man like Asher should not have to dirty his own

hands for the likes of this scoundrel.

As the dagger’s tip threatened to pierce his eyeball, Justin showed no fear. Instead, his expression shifted to a bleak and bitter resignation.

He looked numb to it all.

“Asher! Stop it!”

In the nick of time, Ryan rushed over and flung himself at Asher, using

every ounce of strength to pin him down.

As a result, the sharp dagger’s trajectory shifted course.

Justin felt a chilling sensation around his neck, followed by a sharp

pain.

The dagger drew a long, thin wound across his neck. Blood oozed out

in a sight that was both shocking and heart-wrenching.

Justin laid flat on the ground. He reached up to touch his neck,

feeling the stickiness in his palm, oddly finding a sense of relief in the

pain.

If Ryan had been just a second late, the dagger would have pierd

through his eye.

Asher was not one to act impulsively, but once he made a move, h would ensure the other party remembered it for a lifetime, harboring

resentment.

With his eyes blazing, Asher glared at Justin and pressed the tip of the dagger against Ryan’s shoulder. “Move aside. Don’t meddle in

this.”

“I’ll meddle however I want!”

Ryan gasped for breath, his teeth clenched, and he poked his own chest. “If you have the guts, then stab me right here! I was the one who orchestrated it all! It’s all my fault! Don’t hurt Justin. If you want to kill someone for this, just come at me! But have you ever considered Bella’s feelings in all of this? Do you think she would want to see this horrible situation? Do you think she would want her beloved brother’s hands stained with blood?!”

Bella’s name was like a calming tune to Asher.

His eyes, brimming with murderous intent, gradually cooled down.

When Asher withdrew the dagger, Ryan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only God knew how nervous he had been just now. He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

“Mr. Thompson!” Steven hurried over to help Asher up.

Ryan also went to help Justin. At this moment, his hands were still trembling, and he was still in fright.

Ryan thought himself bold enough to straddle both sides of the la Little did he know that Wyatt Thompson’s eldest son would dare murder someone in broad daylight, right in someone else’s

conference room.

Asher was a goddamn devil!

Asher had intended to speak, but with the situation escalating, he

chose to remain silent.

He reflected. ‘Right. Justin is not worthy of Bella’s affection, nor is he worthy enough to make me stain my own hands. He should be left to live and perish on his own terms.’

“Don’t come close to my sister ever again. Consider this your final

warning.”

Asher tucked the dagger back into his suit pocket, his eyes burning

red. “Come on, Steve. Let’s go.”

Just as they turned to leave, Justin’s hoarse voice broke the silence.

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With his back against Justin, Asher let out a disdainful laugh. “You

won’t ever have the chance to do so. Even if every man in the world

were to perish, my sister will never marry you.”