Unexpectedly Sweet Flash Marriage

Chapter 16 Displaying Affection While Torturing the Scum

Chapter 16 Displaying Affection While Torturing the Scum

She added, "This is our family matter, and we will handle it ourselves. As a token of our gratitude to you for your help in resolving the situation, Mr. Doyle, today's meal is on us."

Unlike Jacob, Adeline refused to grovel before the powerful.

After a pause, she stood up and said sternly, "Furthermore, although my husband is currently in a disadvantaged position, he's still older than you. If you're unwilling to address him as 'sir,' I kindly request that you address him as Mr. Riley."

Upon hearing her words, Curtis' eyes flickered with a hint of approval.

She truly lived up to his expectations as the woman he admired, and she was unlike any ordinary woman.

Moreover, the way she stood up for him with her words sounded incredibly pleasing to his ears.

On the other hand, Owen felt like crying.

He didn't want to be the bad guy in front of Adeline!

However, he had to maintain Curtis' image!

Without paying attention to Owen's conflicted expression, Adeline pushed Curtis' wheelchair out of the private room.

Just as she took a few steps, Steffen, who had received the message, hurriedly arrived.

Following Curtis's prior instruction, Steffen said, "Mr. Riley, there are a few business partners here who are eager to meet you and discuss a potential collaboration."

Without waiting for Curtis to speak, Adeline affectionately said, "Go ahead. I can explore the shopping mall on my own and take a cab back home."

"No." Curtis refused without hesitation.

Adeline paused for a moment as Curtis continued, "Taking a cab means relying on unfamiliar drivers, who may be dangerous. I'll have my driver from the old residence waiting downstairs. Just give him a call when you want to go back, and he'll pick you up at the main entrance. You can take your time shopping."

Owen was speechless.

At times, he would go out for a drink and didn't want his driver to stay up late, so he would use Uber or arrange for a designated driver, and there had never been any danger.

He couldn't understand why Curtis was being so overly cautious.

Adeline was about to speak up and tell him not to go through so much trouble, but Curtis' tender voice chimed in, "Be good and listen to me. Don't make me worry."

Adeline replied, "All right then." She then pursed her lips and handed Curtis' wheelchair to Steffen and instructed, "Steffen, please look after him."

After saying that, Adeline took her bag and left.

Curtis' face grew cold as he watched her walk away. He glanced at Steffen and said, "Find someone to secretly protect Mrs. Riley. We can't allow any more nuisances to bother her!"

"Yes," Steffen responded.

It was only after Adeline had completely left that Curtis glanced at Owen and Steffen.

"Go and find out which private room Jacob and that pest went to," he said.

His voice sounded as cold as ice, sending shivers down Owen and Steffen's spines.

Soon, Steffen found out which private room Jacob had entered and pushed Curtis in that direction.

Owen hurriedly followed behind them to see what would happen next.

When the door of the private room was pushed open, Jacob was nowhere to be found. Mr. Baker was in the middle of savoring his abalone. He was taken aback and about to express his anger. However, as he saw who had entered, his expression changed abruptly.

"Mr. Doyle, didn't we agree to let this matter go?" he asked.

"The thing is, I don't have the final say in this matter." Owen smiled as he casually pulled out a chair to sit down. He picked up a handful of pistachios from the table and started cracking them open.

He then added, "Don't worry. I won't get involved in your business. I'm just here to enjoy the show."

Mr. Baker grasped Owen's intention and immediately felt less frightened.

Taking a glance behind him, he saw three bodyguards standing there! On the other hand, Adeline's disabled husband was just by himself. Regardless of the circumstances, he had the advantage, so he casually continued to enjoy the dishes.

"Go ahead. What do you want from me? If you're trying to extort money from me, forget it. I haven't even..." Before he could finish his sentence, Curtis directed a sharp glance at him, and Steffen swiftly approached.

A sharp snap echoed as the swift motion took place.

The next second, Mr. Baker's jaw dislocated.

His wry mouth couldn't allow him to utter a complete sentence due to the pain.

He could only glare at the bodyguards with a sidelong glance. Saliva drooled from his mouth as he struggled to form words. "W-Why... Why are you...standing there? G-go after them!"

All three bodyguards swiftly reacted and surrounded Curtis.

However, before they could reach Curtis, Steffen swiftly took them down, leaving them writhing in pain on the ground, and they were unable to get up but able to let out anguished howls.

It was only now that Mr. Baker realized he had encountered a tough opponent. Fear crept into his eyes as he watched Steffen approach him. "W-what... What do you...want from me?"

Steffen swiftly removed Mr. Baker's belt and firmly bound the latter's hands behind the back of the chair.

Mr. Baker was terrified and began to struggle vigorously.

"Help-Help me! Mr. Doyle, save me! What are you doing? Aren't you... Aren't you afraid of me calling the police?"Mr. Baker cried out as he drooled uncontrollably, looking utterly disheveled.

Curtis moved his wheelchair closer to Mr. Baker. His gaze fell on Mr. Baker's thighs, and he smiled gracefully. "Do you want my wife to sit there?"

When Mr. Baker confronted Curtis' chilling gaze that was far from pleasant, his scalp went numb instantly, and he shook his head vigorously. "No-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Curtis grabbed the heated copper kettle from nearby and placed it on his leg.

With a sizzling sound, the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh.

"Ah! It's hot! It's burning!" Mr. Baker screamed at the top of his lungs.

He cried out fiercely, causing his dislocated jaw to twitch, and the intense pain almost made him faint.

Owen leisurely enjoyed his pistachios, shaking his leg and head. "If only he had known what today would bring."

The copper kettle still rested on Mr. Baker's thigh. After enduring the initial torment, his leg became numb and lost all feeling.

He appeared as if he had gone through a living hell. His eyes were lifeless and displayed signs of exhaustion.

"Tell me. Which hand did you use to touch her?" Curtis adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled, portraying an appearance of refined elegance and remarkable politeness.

However, Mr. Baker knew deep down that this person was nothing more than a devil in disguise!

He wouldn't respond to the question. Instead, he simply stared at Curtis with an intense gaze.

Curtis ran his fingers along the rim of the crystal ashtray on the table. He rubbed it twice as he spoke in a deliberative tone. "You don't want to tell me? Fine. Since you're unwilling to tell me, both of your hands will be crippled."

As the words fell, Steffen swiftly untied the belt and firmly pressed both of Mr. Baker's hands onto the table.

Mr. Baker was terrified. He trembled as he screamed, "Help! Help! No... Don't..."

In the next instant, his hands were covered with two warm napkins, which made him feel quite comfortable. Mr. Baker was puzzled and looked at Curtis in confusion.

Curtis smiled as he patiently explained, "I don't want your blood to stain my clothes. My wife doesn't like the smell of blood."

Mr. Baker's eyes widened in horror. "W-what kind of devil is this?"

Before he could say anything, there were two resounding thuds as Curtis seized the crystal ashtray and forcefully struck it twice against the back of Mr. Baker's hands!

The excruciating pain of shattered bones surged through Mr. Baker's body, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Curtis disdainfully discarded the ashtray from his hand and glanced at Steffen.

Steffen immediately went forward to push him.

However, Owen caught on and quickly said with a cheerful smile, "I'll take care of it."

Before he could even get near Curtis, the latter delivered a powerful kick to his lower leg, causing him to grimace in pain. At the same time, he could hear Curtis' soft voice in his ear. "I've got it under control, young fella."

Owen was speechless.

He thought to himself, "Why is he so narrow-minded? Does his wife know about this?" Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Owen didn't have the courage to utter those words. He could only silently mutter to himself and limp along as he followed them out of the private room.

On the other hand, after Adeline and Curtis separated, Adeline went to the restroom in the mall.

Just as she entered the restroom, she overheard two wealthy ladies discussing handbags while washing their hands.

"Victoria, your bag looks really nice."

"This is a bag I brought back from abroad."

"I'm truly envious of you. You never carry the same bag twice. Leo is really generous. He must give you a lot of pocket money every month."

"Well... There's no ceiling when it comes to his generosity toward me."

Adeline wasn't particularly interested in bags or their conversation. She headed straight to the restroom to wash her hands. However, as soon as she saw the person in front of her, she was stunned.

She never expected it to be Logan's mother!