Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 Carrying a Gun with Him

"Oops, wrong person." There came Jericho's playful voice. "This beautiful photo should have been sent to Mr. Taylor."

"Jericho!"

"Ms. Amelia looks so charming in the nightclub."

Amelia bit her lip tightly, her face turning pale.

"Ms. Amelia, I've been through a lot in prison. Especially from fighting, my hands are a bit crippled."

"What if one day I accidentally publish something? Well, I don't care, but you are a fair lady."

"Jericho... Jericho!" Amelia's voice trembled. "What do you want? As long as it's something within my power, I will definitely do it."

"It's not much. It's just your removal of the influence is a bit insincere."

Amelia's teeth chattered. "What... else do you want me to do?"

"Hiring trolls to give positive reviews is too simple. I can do it myself. What do I need you for?"

"Ms. Amelia, when you make a mistake, you should apologize."

Jericho sneered.

"This is a lesson even elementary school students understand. Ms. Amelia, you must understand too, right?"

...

The next evening, Amelia appeared at the coffee shop door.

The pampered lady, who had always been arrogant, had changed into a dark shirt and pants, with no make-up on her face, and her hat pressed down heavily.

The cafe was doing well that day. Many customers were inside, and the irises in the courtyard were swaying in the wind, becoming a popular attraction.

Stella was busy as a bee.

But she caught sight of Amelia slowly walking in.

His heart tightened as she thought this woman was there to cause trouble again. Noah, who also noticed Amelia's arrival, stepped forward to protect Stella and glared at her.

"What do you want this time?"

His voice was deep and chilly.

Amelia tried her best not to look too embarrassed.

"I... I'm here to apologize," she said with difficulty. "Stella, I hired people to leave those negative comments online. I spread rumors and caused you to have no business."

"It's all my fault."

"Stella, can you forgive me?"

Although Amelia's voice was not loud, it still attracted a lot of attention around her.

Many people looked at her, whispered, and even recorded the scene with their phones.

"So, she ruined the reputation of this shop on purpose."

"I knew it. When this store just opened, the owner and the owner's wife were quite nice. The coffee was also authentic. How could it be as bad as the internet says?"

"Is this woman trying to use malicious competition?"

Stella held the tray, his fingers slightly tightened.

He had never heard Amelia apologize to her like this before.

But a wicked person wouldn't change just because they said sorry.

So, Stella didn't believe that this apology came from Amelia's true heart.

"Stella..." Amelia looked up at her. "I'm apologizing to you. Did you hear me? Can you say something?"

Stella remained silent, but some customers nearby sneered.

"You caused them so much trouble and wanted to settle it with a simple apology?"

"That's right! If it's so simple, what do you need the police for?"

"You..." Amelia was about to lose her temper.

But she could feel that someone was staring at her in the dark, which made her spine cold.

He sneered, throwing a punch that nearly landed on Jericho's temple. Taking the man off guard, he swiftly grabbed Jericho's wrist with swift and decisive movements.

"Jericho!" Several henchmen quickly surrounded them.

Jericho sparred with Noah for a few moves, and just as he lifted his foot to kick Noah...

Noah swiftly retrieved a small pistol from his waist and pressed it against Jericho's head.

The air froze instantly, and the henchmen stood motionless, dumbfounded.

Jericho was also taken aback.

Noah was carrying a gun with him?

"Don't move!" Noah's voice was low, his face cold, and his sharp gaze forced the henchmen to retreat.

Jericho gave a signal, and those men slowly backed away, remaining alert.

"Mr. Hart, if you want to drink coffee, please go inside. Loitering at the entrance like a thief, are you trying to learn from me and open your own coffee shop?"

Jericho snorted, his eyes catching sight of the gun in Noah's hand.

The gun was compact, perfect for carrying discreetly.

The intricate pattern on the handle hinted at the gun's noble heritage.

It was called the Desert Eagle, small but with triple the firepower of a regular pistol.

Jericho had once seen it in the hands of an arms dealer. That dealer cherished the gun as if it were a treasure, wishing to worship it in a shrine.

He smiled and said softly, "You carry this thing with you every day. Aren't you afraid of scaring your wife?"

"Compared to this gun, I'm more concerned about you scaring her." Noah exerted force with his hand, causing Jericho's head to ache.

"Jericho," he said with a sinister gaze and deliberate enunciation, "you figured out long ago that I am not Liam, didn't you?"

Jericho remained silent.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell into silence, and only the rustling sound of the evening breeze passing through the low bushes could be heard.