Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 73

The manager froze when he heard that voice, standing as still as a statue for a moment before hurrying

over t o the man's side. "Boss, an unruly young man is making trouble here. He even beat up our

security guards."

"Oh?" Christopher Lane looked at Samuel with some interest. He was well aware of what the three

guards were capable of, and this young man managed to beat all of them by himself. His strength could

not be underestimated.

He ran his eyes over Samuel but noticed nothing special about him. The groans from the three security

guards on the floor were very real though.

"My dear boy, it seems like you've got some skill. Why don't you join my company? I'll pay you thirty

thousand bucks a month," Christopher said to the young man.

Samuel's lips curled in contempt. "As if I'd work for garbage like you," he said.

Christopher's expression darkened. No one ever dared to use such a tone with him, not with his status

in Cloud City.

"Look here, sonny boy, you seem like a prodigy and I, Christopher Lane, am a patron of prodigies. So I

won't hold this against you," he said frostily. "Get on your

knees and apologize to me. I'll pretend that nothing happened.” 1 "Your employees were the ones who

said my wife created a fuss out of nothing, so I’ll create a fuss out of nothing for you," Samuel snarled.

"Get on your knees and I'll forgive you. What do you say to that?"

Yvonne’s jaw was practically on the ground. Right at that moment, she sensed that her husband was

anything but timid. In fact, he was pure strength-so strong that Yvonne felt that he would be able to hold

u p the sky even if it came crashing down on their heads.

'I-Is this the real you?' she thought.

Christopher was so furious that a sadistic smile slashed across his face. Pure murderous intent

sparked in his eyes. If he did not handle this little punk properly, he would become the joke of Cloud

City from then on.

"Get all of the customers to leave. No need to bill them," Christopher said to the manager coldly.

A mirthless smile hung at the manager's lips as he glanced at Samuel. That cheeky little brat. It would

not end well for him-not after he provoked Brother Christopher.

The customers in the restaurant were reluctant to leave even when the staff began clearing them out.

In the end though, they were forced to miss an opportunity to watch a good show.

While they were filtering out, they all shook their heads and looked at the young man disdainfully.

Was he trying to dig his own grave, provoking Christopher Lane like that?

Fear gripped Yvonne; she clutched onto the edge of Samuel’s sleeve.

"Don't be scared," he reassured her, seeing how spooked she was. "I won't let anyone hurt you." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvonne had been relying more and more on Samuel lately, and she did not harbor an inch of distrust

toward Samuel's words. The fear in her heart gradually eased off.

"Face off against my personal bodyguard. Let me see just how well you fight. If you can stay conscious

after taking ten hits, I'll only break your leg today and spare your life." After Christopher finished

speaking, a bodyguard standing at six feet nine walked out from behind.

He was half a head taller than Samuel; he already won half the battle, if size was anything to go by.

"You sure are gutsy, boy. Disregarding the great Christopher Lane? I’ll show you what a fist in your

mouth tastes like today." The bodyguard tilted his neck from side to side, warming up his body. His fists

made a crackling sound when he clenched them, as though he were popping popcorns in his grip.

"Why are you performing radio gymnastics before a fight?" Samuel said.

Although Yvonne was so nervous that cold sweat filmed over her palms, she could not help but laugh

aloud at Samuel's words. Her husband still had the heart to crack such jokes!

"Die!” The bodyguard roared, barreling forward. He raised his fist wildly, then punched forward with an

audible force.

A triumphant smile played on Christopher's lips as he watched. This bodyguard was from the military's

special forces, and he was famed for his fighting prowess. Even if that punk did not die from the punch,

he would at least be rendered dumb.

"Thanks for being such a nice sandbag for me today." Samuel crouched slightly, his muscles as taut as

a drawn bow. He leaped forward in a split second.

He threw a stronger, faster punch which landed right o n the bodyguard’s solar plexus.

A final wheeze escaped the bodyguard before he collapsed right onto the ground.

The smile on Christopher's lips stiffened.

How could it be!

His bodyguard went down after one hit!

The manager on duty, too, had seen this bodyguard in action before. A single fist from him had been

enough t o turn someone into a vegetable. Now... it was he who had been beaten into a vegetable!