Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 343

The latter's eyes were spitting fire just like a raging beast.

Frozen by Harold's piercing gaze, Bobby stuttered, “You... Who are you? How dare you stick your nose into my business?”

His words caused Marilyn's heart to skip a beat as she quickly lifted her veil once more.

“Harold, I knew you would come!” she mumbled in delight.

The sight of the long-awaited Harold brought tears to Marilyn's eyes.

In contrast to her smile, Harold scowled when he saw the condition of her face.

The swelling on her cheek was still there, together with the handprint left by the slap.

It was evident that someone had struck her.

“Who hit you?” Harold asked in a voice that brimmed with guilt.

Because of him, Marilyn had to not only marry a fat man against her will but also end up being beaten.

Her previously perfect-looking face had been reduced to one that resembled an ugly pig.

It's my fault for allowing harm to come to her and for her to be humiliated.

At the sound of Harold's words, a warm and fuzzy feeling swelled inside Marilyn.

She could tell from his guilty expression how much he cared for her.

Just as she glanced in Bobby's direction and wanted to point him out, she suddenly fell into a terrible dilemma.

The Jackson family is one of the ten most powerful families in Chanaea, whereas Harold is nothing but a poor b*stard. Although he has outdone himself time and again, it was all down to Benson's influence. Now that Isabella and he are divorced, there is no way Benson would back him anymore. Thus, he has reverted to what he previously was—a man who has nothing. Even if Benson helps him, it won't make a difference, for the gulf between the two families is just too wide. I'm afraid it would be difficult for Harold to survive this.

Marilyn's considerations caused her to grow anxious.

Harold turned to Bobby and asked in an indifferent tone, “Did you slap her?”

Instead of a man asking him a question, all Bobby saw was a ferocious beast who would devour him at any time.

Nonetheless, when he recalled that he was the son of a shipping magnate, Bobby felt ashamed that he was terrified of a nobody.

Thus, he steeled himself and locked gazes with Harold.

“How is slapping my wife any of your business? I don't care who you are or what your relationship with Marilyn is. If there's any sense in you, you had better scram and not get in the way of my wedding.”

Just as he spoke, Bobby attempted to push Harold aside.

To his dismay, he couldn't move the latter an inch despite him being a two-hundred-pound fat man.

He was subsequently overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Ignoring Bobby's words, Harold questioned again, “Which hand did you strike her with?”

“I'm telling you to get lost! Do you not understand me? If it wasn't because I have no intention of spilling blood on my wedding day, I would have already killed you!” Bobby threatened when he saw how tough Harold was.

“Harold, you should go. You're no match for the Jackson family. I know you care a lot about me, but the thought alone is enough to satisfy me. Leave quickly, or you'll lose your life if you cross them!”