Asher strode a few steps forward until he towered over Justin. His gaze was icy as he looked down at
the paleplexion 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 shed before Justin’s eyes.
With a fierce gaze, Asher held a cross-shaped dagger high above, aiming it menacingly at Justin’s ink-
ck pupils.
“Don’t do it, Mr. Thompson!” Steven eximed in panic.
Steven couldpletely understand Asher’s feelings. However, despite his deep hatred for Justin for
taking away Be’s virginity, Steven was also aware of the consequences if Asher hurt Justin.
If Asher injured Justin, he would be jailed, and Be would also be consumed by profound self-me.
This was not something Be wanted.
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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.
Justinid t 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 secondte, 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 zing, Asher red 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, juste at me! But have you ever considered Be’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?!”
Be’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 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 escting, he chose to remain silent.
He reflected. ‘Right. Justin is not worthy of Be’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’te 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.
“If she’s willing to, I’ll marry her.”
With his back against Justin, Asher let out a disdainfulugh. “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.”