Asher’s expression turned serious as he patted Axel on the shoulder.


    “However, when you mention Justin’s name in front of Be in the future, don’t overemphasize his


    nickname, Jerkface Justin. Be mindful of your words.”


    Axel realized what Asher meant, and a mix of emotions stirred within him. He nodded in understanding.


    On the second floor of the KS World Hotel, Christopher stood at the railing, overlooking the hurried


    figures of Wyatt and Nigel below. The mirrored gaze in his eyes swept across with a chilling gloom.


    “Mr. Iverson.”


    His secretary approached from behind, leaning in to speak in a hushed tone. “I’ve found out. Ms. Be


    almost got attacked by a t in the parking lot while protecting Madam Celeste. But Justin Salvador


    suddenly appeared and took a blow to his head.”


    Christopher furrowed his brows.


    “His head… My goodness, he really is daring! Has he been practicing the Iron Head technique ?” The


    secretary shuddered at the thought.


    “Say what you need to say, and keep quiet about what you shouldn’t.”


    Christopher coldly reprimanded him


    The secretary was petrified, tightly sealing his lips.


    “What happened next? Did he copse on the spot?” Christopher asked with a dark tone.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    “No… But he fell into a severea because his head was bleeding heavily.”


    “What about Be?”


    The secretary nervously swallowed. “Ms. Thompson went to the hospital with him…”


    “Good… Very good. Hahaha!” A cold, eerieughter emerged from Christopher. The corners of his


    eyes reddened. His smile turned sinister, looking like a wild beast on the verge of losing control.


    ‘Justin, I love it when someone ys with me. Are you really willing to go to such lengths for Be and


    repeatedly y the victim card to gain her sympathy? I’ll let you revel in your triumph for a moment.


    Soon, I will make all your efforts go down the drain. As long as I liv you will never be able to win back


    Be’s heart!’


    Justin was rushed into the emergency room at the Thompsons’ hospital for treatment. Wyatt and Asher


    personally assisted Nigel, hastily making their way to the hospital with their entourage.


    “Justin! Justin! My grandson!”


    Worried for his grandson, the elderly man stumbled along the way. If it weren’t for the support of the


    Thompson father and son, Nigel probably would not have been able to take a single step.


    “Old Master Nigel, rest assured! This hospital has the best doctors and the most advanced medical


    equipment in our group. I’ve also instructed Asher to notify them to get an expert to consult on Justin’s


    condition. We’lle up with a solution that will work. Your grandson will be fine!” Wyatt was anxious


    too, but he tried his best to reassure Nigel.


    “How did he end up like this…? How did he turn out like this?!” Nigel sank into a chair, his heart heavy.


    Tears of deep sorrow welled up in his ssy eyes. “My dear grandson… You must hold on!”


    “Grandpa…”


    Hearing the voice, everyone turned around. Be, looking disheveled, rushed over. She walked over to


    Nigel and kneeled on one knee before him.


    “Grandpa Nigel…”


    Nigel was taken aback by her pale face and red eyes.


    “Grandpa Nigel, I’m sorry…”


    Be felt like her throat was being strangled. After a moment, she spoke softly, full of guilt. “Justin is


    only like this because of me.”