In fact, the punch Christopher received earlier did not hurt as much as the sight before him.
"Mr. Iverson! Are you alright?!"
Taylor, who had been waiting in the shadows, was terrified and immediately ran over to help his boss.
"I''m fine." Christopher staggered to his feet, swallowing the blood in his mouth, his gaze fixed on Justin with a sinister and ruthless intensity, like a starved hyena.
"If you can''t ept it, we can settle this between just the two of us." Justin''s cold, piercing gaze bore down on Christopher like a massive stone pressing on his chest. "I''ll even let you use both hands." Hearing this, Be grew rmed, tugging anxiously on Justin''s muscr arm.
She thought, ''What a fool... Why is he talking about honor and fairness with this bastard? He should just hold Christopher''s head down and beat him to a pulp!''
"Hmm... There''s no need for that." Christopher didn''t want to get into a fist fight with Justin in front of the woman he loved. Instead, he chose to suppress his anger.
Christopher wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and said, "I just have bad luck."
As he spoke, he pulled an invitation card from his suit and handed it to Be. "Be, the Iverson family is hosting a party this weekend. I came to personally deliver this invitation to you."
His eyes were filled with affection, and he smiled as if nothing had happened moments ago.
Be looked down, staring coldly at the invitation. For some reason, this fearless youngdy felt a tinge of unease toward the man who imed to love her.
A person with no moral boundaries or dignity was terrifying.
Justin snatched the invitation from Christopher''s hand, his left arm encircling Be''s slender waist and his right hand extending the envelope to her.
Using Justin''s hand for support, Be pulled the card from the envelope and opened it in front of Christopher.
After a quick nce, she let out a coldugh and threw the card at his feet.
"Mr. Iverson, add my husband''s name to the invitation and send me a new copy. I might actually show up if I''m in a good mood."
With that, Be turned to Justin and said, "Justin, let''s go home."
Justin nodded in agreement, their eyes meeting affectionately. "Alright."
Disregarding Christopher''s stunned expression, the couple embraced each other as they turned and walked away, disappearing through the gates of Yara Park.
"Justin... This is outrageous! Has he
lost his damn mind?!" Taylor
eximed, ncing anxiously at Christopher''s swollen cheek. "Mr. Iverson, let me take you to the hospital immediately!"
"That won''t be necessary," Christopher replied, his brow furrowed as he stepped on the card, crushing it. "Head back and prepare a revised copy, then deliver ito Ms. Thompson."
"Yes, Mr. Iverson," Taylor responded.
He felt greatly for his master''s unfair treatment, muttering indignantly, "Mr. Iverson, after such humiliation, are you really just going to let this slide? That''s not like you!"
"A gentleman''s revenge is best served cold. Besides, if I were to confront Justin now, it would only upset Be."
Christopher narrowed his eyes
slightly, his tongue pressing against
his throbbing left cheek. "But if
taking a punch from Justin would give Be some peace of mind, then that punch would be worth it."
At that moment, his phone vibrated.
It was a message from Zoe. [Sir, there''s currently someone causing trouble that I need you to get rid of. Otherwise, my n will be difficult to execute.]
Christopher raised an eyebrow, seeming pleased by the formal manner of address.
He replied. [Who?]This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.
Zoe sent a name.
Christopher typed. [I''ll arrange for someone to assist you. Don''t worry.]
Zoe responded. [Thank you, sir! Once everything is done, I''ll repay you well!]
An unsettling coldness crept into Christopher''s dark eyes as he sent another text. [The best repayment is to severely injure Ryan.]