Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 279

The word “bitch” shocked everyone, especially when Ashton was referring to Rhonda, Flint’s favorite lover. He was basically insulting Flint as well!

Everyone in the living room gasped. They hadn’t expected Ashton, who was bold enough to come over alone, to be even more brazen than they’d thought.

“Who are you calling a bitch!” Rhonda shrieked in fury, her chest heaving even more now as she glared murderously at Ashton.

She hated him with every fiber of her being, for Edmund was her only son.

“Where do you think you are, Ashton? Do you think you have any right to be this arrogant here? Get on your knees and beg my dad for forgiveness now!”

Hazel Vance, a spirited young woman with a tall figure, openly rebuked Ashton, her attitude domineering.

She was Flint’s youngest daughter, and from the moment she laid eyes on Ashton, she felt a deep sense of dislike for him–she hated that proud, unbridled look in his eyes!

Hazel wanted nothing more than to make him cower at her feet while she humiliated him. That was a twisted hobby of hers.

“Dad, once you break his arms and legs later, leave him to me. I’ll keep him around and torment him. That’s the only way to avenge Edmund properly.”

Hazel licked her red lips, her eyes glinting dangerously.

In an instant, a large swarm of experts rushed into the living room, surrounding Ashton. The moment Flint gave the word, they would take Ashton down and crush him!

Slowly opening his eyes, Flint waved his hand, saying, “He’s a guest. We mustn’t be this impolite. Stand down, all of you.”

Immediately, the experts backed away, their hostility dissipating as well.

“He killed our son, Flint…” Rhoda sobbed pitifully, her voice tender and sorrowful.

The tears that streamed down her sultry face inspired pity in all who saw her.

She was undeniably beautiful. Every move she made looked deeply enthralling, and her full figure would spark desire in any man, inspiring the urge to seize her for himself.

It was indeed a tempting sight. Even Ashton couldn’t resist staring at her.

“Mr. Gray, did you consider the consequences when you decided to kill my son?”

Flint lifted his gaze, his slightly murky eyes flashing as he stared fixedly at Ashton.

For a moment, Ashton’s heart jolted. He felt as though a fearsome predator had locked onto him. The suffocating sense of danger washed over him, igniting his Drakeborne lineage and launching his body into battle mode.

It’d been ages since he last felt this level of threat.

Flint was indeed a formidable man, but that only served to excite Ashton. It’d been ages since he felt such zeal.

With a brazen grin, Ashton met Flint’s gaze and loudly declared, “Mr. Vance, I killed Edmund because he had it

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coming. As they say, those who belong to the martial underworld live and die by it. I’m sure you understand that, Mr. Vance.”

The atmosphere in the living room turned even colder.

This time, even Clive and Ivan Vance, Flint’s two oldest sons, were staring at Ashton with unsettled gazes. It’d been at least a decade since someone dared to be this arrogant in front of their father.

Ever since Flint took over the entirety of the criminal underworld, everyone who saw him always trembled in his presence, worried that they might say the wrong thing.

Even those who were powerful in their own right also put aside their pride and humbled themselves before Flint.

“Did you hear that, Flint? That bastard said Eddie deserved to die! You have to avenge Eddie!”