Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 154 You Messed with My Boss's Woman

Chapter 154 You Messed with My Boss's Woman

"Damn it," Warren cursed, "Don't let me see those bastards again! I swear, I'll kick their ass!"

His underlings exchanged glances, thinking, 'Even if you run into them again, it's you they'll be beating up. You are no match for them.'

Warren looked at his bruised and swollen face in the mirror with a gloomy expression. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Unable to control his rage, he smashed the mirror. Warren suddenly saw Jennifer cowering in fear among the shattered pieces on the ground. This made him even more furious, and he kicked out, shouting, "You bitch! It's all because of you!"

Jennifer screamed, but she didn't dare to resist. She just huddled, holding her head and groaning on the floor.

Warren was about to deliver more blows when one of his guys rushed in, panting. "Boss! Boss!"

"What is it?" Warren snapped. "Did your mother die?"

"No!" The guy gasped for breath. "It's Bentley! Bentley is here!"

Warren's expression changed. "Why did Bentley suddenly come?"

Warren was a local bully, while Bentley was the big shot in town. Warren owed his current position to Bentley's support. Warren had a deep respect for Bentley but also feared him.

The guy said, "I don't know, but it looks like Bentley brought some big shot with him, and he is being ridiculously respectful to that guy!"

"Respectful" was an understatement. Bentley practically fawned over that big shot, so he might as well grovel at that guy's feet.

"Big shot?" Warren didn't have time to think about it. He glanced at Jennifer with disgust and said, "This woman's yours. Do whatever you want with her." Without caring for Jennifer's terrified pleas, he straightened his clothes and went to meet Bentley.

Bentley was a man in his fifties. At first glance, he didn't look like a thug at all. He always dressed neatly. You might think he was some celebrity or scholar if you didn't know him. He liked to throw philosophical quotes, making himself sound like a scholar. When facing Warren, he usually acted all high and mighty. Warren had never seen Bentley treat anyone with such extreme respect. It reminded him of the chief eunuch who served the emperor in the old days.

The big shot was a tall guy dressed casually in a T-shirt and military green pants. Even with sunglasses on, one could tell he had a handsome face.

As soon as he exited the car, Warren felt overwhelmed by the aura emanating from this superior figure. He quickly invited them inside and secretly asked Bentley, "Bentley, who is this?"

Bentley just glanced at him without answering.

After the man sat down, Bentley bent over and said, "This is Warren."

The man looked Warren up and down, sneered, and said, "So this is the toad lusting after a swan's flesh?"

Warren became angry all at once, but considering this person's high status, he gritted his teeth and held back the urge to explode.

Bentley wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes... yes... I didn't discipline him well. How do you want to deal with him?"

The man remained silent.

Bentley paused momentarily, then signaled to his men, who immediately moved forward and swiftly kicked Warren to the ground.

Warren screamed in agony and looked at Bentley incredulously, saying, "Bentley? What is this supposed to mean?"

Bentley wished he could cut out Warren's tongue. "Shut up!"

Finally, the man stood up and slowly walked towards Warren. Suddenly, he stomped on Warren's hand and ground it several times. The hall immediately filled with Warren's agonizing screams.

The man chuckled and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Warren clenched his teeth, his eyes turning red from the pain. He knew he couldn't resist now and had to beg for mercy, saying, "It hurts! Please, let me go!"

The man squatted before him, lifted his chin, and said, "You have good taste, but not everyone is yours to mess with. Warren, you messed with my boss's woman, and he's unhappy about it. When he's unhappy, I, as his subordinate, will not have a good time either. I thought it over; I can only make you suffer."

Upon hearing this, Warren finally realized that this man knew the girl from last night. He had accidentally stirred up a hornet's nest!

"I... I know I was wrong! I'll never do it again! I'm sorry!" Warren quickly apologized.

"It's too late," the man straightened his body and wiped his hands with a tissue. "My boss has a possessive nature. He can't tolerate someone coveting what belongs to him... I know you didn't

touch her. It would be best to be grateful for that, or else you wouldn't have survived last night. If you feel wronged, you'll have to endure it, okay?"

Due to the pain, Warren's body convulsed. The man looked outside and casually said to Bentley, "It's getting late. I have a business to attend to. You take care of this guy."

Bentley quickly asked, "How should I handle him?"

The man paused and said meaningfully, "Since he likes women so much... just get a few women for him to enjoy."

Having been in the streets for so many years, Bentley instantly understood. He nodded, saying, "I understand."

The man nodded, glanced at Warren with a hint of disgust, and then left.

...

"Ms. Lopez, did you sleep well last night?"

Charlotte, holding her giant backpack, wearily pinched her cheeks. Despite leaving Oswye Community for a while, her cheeks were still warm.

She hesitated and said, "I slept quite well."

Except for the moment in the morning when someone made out with her at the dining table, which was a bit overwhelming.

Charlotte pursed her lips; there still seemed to be a lingering scent of Nelson.

Waylon laughed, "Mr. Clark has been quite busy lately so he can be a bit irritable. Don't be mad at him."

Charlotte puffed up her cheeks, "I'm not mad at all."

Waylon was left speechless.

When Charlotte arrived at school today, she naturally received a lot of attention along the way. Students discussed topics like "plastic surgery" and "confessions." It made her extremely uncomfortable. She quickly put on her hat and rushed into the classroom.

Things got better when she reached the classroom, as Cecilia and Nicholas were there. With their presence, the inquisitive gazes subsided, and Charlotte could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Cecilia complained to Eloise and Charlotte, "Yesterday was my birthday, but my dad told me that Daisy is my sister and that it would be inappropriate not to let her attend the party, so he let her out. Damn it, it made me want to kill him!"

Eloise said, "Your dad did it for your good. Who knows what people would say about you if Daisy weren't there during your birthday party?"

Cecilia shrugged indifferently, "They've already said everything they wanted to say. I am in no mood to put on a show. I hate Daisy, and I can't pretend to like her. Not everyone expects to receive an Academy Award of Merit like Daisy, right?"

Eloise agreed after some thought, "So, did Daisy come to school today?" This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yeah, it's annoying... But hey, how come Andrew came to school today?"