<h4>Chapter 112: His Wife Was Beaten</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    rence went to Cecilia’s vi after leaving Thirteen Hall.


    Cecilia had eaten like a horse after she woke up. After that, she fell back asleep again.


    rence examined Cecilia again and found nothing wrong, so he declined the invitation to Richard’s dinner party. It was already 8 PM when he left.


    Beep beep beep. rence’s phone rang. He pressed the answer button. It was from Jeremy.


    “Brother Howard, something’s happened. Miranda has just gotten beaten up at the wine party..”


    rence tensed up. “What happened?”


    “There’s a producer from Port Ind who has a lot of power in the entertainment industry. She knows many of the richest people in the country. She’s a professional pimp and knows the price tags of many female celebrities. It’s five hundred thousand dors to have dinner with these billionaires, while sleeping with them costs at least one million dors.


    “Miranda came here with her friend. While toasting to the producer, for some reason, her drink spilled on the producer.


    “A couple of starlets rushed over and beat Miranda up till she had to be hospitalized,” Jeremy exined a little awkwardly.


    With that said, he apologized to rence, “I’m sorry, Brother Howard. Miranda came here with her friend.


    “I wasn’t paying attention. I would’ve kept an eye on Miranda if I had known this was going to happen.”


    rence was burning with anxiety. “It’s not your fault. How’s Miranda?”


    Jeremy was still a little guilty. “It’s kind of severe. She got pped and kicked a dozen times.”


    Beep beep beep. Another call came in. Because the line was busy, the phone sent a notification to rence.


    rence took a look. The call was from his mother-inw Peony. “Jeremy, I’m gonna hang up. My mom’s calling.”


    rence hung up on Jeremy and answered Peony’s call.


    Peony’s barrage of abuse was immediately transmitted over the line. “What kind of a man are you, you little jerk?


    “Did you know that your wife was beaten up?


    “Get the f*ck over to the hospital at once.”


    rence had no time to argue with Peony. “Mom, what hospital is Miranda in?”


    “Mediterranean City Dos Hospital. Get the f*ck over here!” Peony cursed before she rudely hung up.


    rence rushed over to Mediterranean City Dos Hospital. The Murphy family was there when he arrived.


    Miranday in the hospital bed, her pretty face badly bruised and pale.


    rence’s eyes flickered with pain. “Dear, are you okay?”


    Miranda’s expression changed slightly. It was a little frosty. “Are you here to make fun of me too?”


    She had only attended the wine party to meet new people.


    It would have been good for herpany’s future too. She had not expected this to happen.


    “How could that be the case? I’m concerned about you.


    “Why did you attend the wine party when the burn on your leg hasn’t healed yet?” rence sighed.


    “What burn? Burn on her leg?” Sensing something wrong, Peony pulled up Miranda’s pant leg and discovered the burn on her calf.


    “Damn it, rence, how dare you abuse my daughter?


    “Damn it! Miranda, you’re getting a divorce. It’s alright that you’ve married this loser, but now you have to suffer domestic abuse too?”


    Peony cried and screamed, but there was not a tear in her eye.


    Miranda was annoyed. “Mom, this has nothing to do with rence, I burned myself making breakfast this morning.”


    “Why did you make your own breakfast?


    “What does your man do?


    “Loser. He can’t even protect his own woman. He’s useless.” Peony had gone ballistic and would not listen to Miranda.


    rence argued. “Mom, if I’m not wrong, William went to the wine party with Miranda today, right?


    “Now that something bad has happened, where’s William?


    “Why isn’t he protecting Miranda now?”


    Peony looked furious. “rence, are you even a man?


    “It’s your own woman here now, yet you want someone else to protect her for you?”


    rence could not beat Peony. He looked resigned. “That’s not what I meant, Mom. I just want you to see through William’s facade.”


    Peony sneered. “What’s wrong with William? William’s ten thousand times better than you.”


    Suddenly, the hospital ward door was thrown open. Several women with modelesque figures and the finest outfits by Givenchy, Armani, and Chanel entered.


    The leading woman had drawn on Port Ind’s unique hard-angled arch eyebrows. Her hip bones were a little wide, and she was imposing. Peony shut up as soon as the woman entered the ward.


    “Are you Miranda Murphy’s family?


    “I’m Lisa Longman. You can call me Lisa.”


    The woman next to her was carrying a Chanel bag. “Lisa, why are you talking to them?”


    Lisa said casually, “We still have to follow the rules. It’s called diplomacy before violence.”


    “Diplomacy before violence? What do you mean?” Peony frowned.


    Lisa smiled and said, “Your daughter stained my evening gown at the wine party just now.


    “That evening gown is worth six million pounds, and it’s worn by the British royal family at banquets. You’ll have topensate me for it.


    “By the way, your daughter hit my friends at the wine party and scratched their skin.


    “Pay them five million dors each for emotional distress. There are six people, so that will be thirty million dors.”


    Peony was dumbfounded. “Thirty million? Why don’t you just rob someone?”


    rence’s face was grim. “What about you beating up my wife?”


    Lisaughed proudly. “Hahaha, why would we have had to hit her if she hadn’t clumsily spilled her drink on me?


    “You have half an hour to wire thirty-six million to this Swiss bank card, or this won’t be over.


    “I’ve looked up your family. Murphy Property Development Group has assets worth about two billion dors.


    “Your family doesn’t have a lot of connections, while I know at least a dozen billionaires here in Mediterranean City and many multibillionaires too.


    “I’ll just talk to them if you don’t pay up, and the Murphy family can forget about staying in Mediterranean City.


    “Maybe you’ll go bankrupt.”


    Peony looked disdainful. “Haha. Anyone can brag. I know Jesus and Satan too.


    “Do you think I’m scared?”


    Acting no-nonsense, Lisa gracefully took out her pink custom-made Apple iPhone, swiped her finger, and made several calls practically continuously.


    “Mr. Watson? Yes, it’s me, Lisa. I remember that yourpany has a partnership with the Murphy Property Development Group, right? I’ve been having some trouble with themtely...


    “Mr. Quincy, I’m Lisa. Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to a female celebrity next time, but I have something to trouble you with now. It’s about the Murphy Property Development Group...


    “Mr. Wace, I have something to ask of you. The Murphy Property Development Group...


    “Chairman Fowler, do me a favor...”


    After seven or eight calls, phones started to ring in the ward.


    George eximed, “Mom, Dad, this is bad. Grand River Group is terminating their contract with us.


    “Grandiose Construction Materials Group’s chairman also just texted me to say that our contract has yet to be negotiated.”


    Kaysen was holding up his phone, his face ghastly pale. “Mom, Dad, the bank just sent me a message. They want me to pay backst month’s loan of one hundred million dors. They say I have bad credit.


    “Sunshine Insurance Company also said they’de to mypany to check the ounts in a week at thetest. They suspect me of insurance fraud.”


    Miranda also got a text saying that severalpanies wanted to terminate their contract.


    “What?”


    Peony was utterly shocked. Her mean face turned sallow.


    She had never dreamed that Lisa would have such terrifying power to be able to shut out Murphy Property with just a few phone calls.