Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 547

Chapter 547

Leon had actually come tonight to die. He’d already lost all hope in this world.

“Go be a ghost, then!” Niall snarled. With a mental command, the strand of killing intent he’d manifested turned into something tangible.

But just as it was to pierce through Leon’s head, a streak of weaponized energy flashed across the room, crushing the killing intent to dust.

“Huh?” Niall looked at Ashton. “You’re a grandmaster? Seems I underestimated you. No wonder you didn’t even flinch after hearing all our stories–you even dared to sit there with your arms around the woman I want. But do you think a mere grandmaster is enough to stand against me?”

He dropped the act and said icily, “I’ll give you one chance. Leave Sally here and get lost, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise… I’ll make you one of the prey in my little hunting game!”

Ashton sighed. He set Sally aside, who was still trembling, and rose, stepping forward. He helped Leon to his feet and sent a strand of inner energy into him, stabilizing his life force and keeping the wounds from worsening.

“Let go of me!” Leon tried to break free so he could attack Niall again, but Ashton held him down.

“If you’re going to die, at least die for something. Don’t you want to watch the man who wiped out your family suffer? Don’t you want him to beg to stay alive while being denied the mercy of death?” Ashton asked.

“Of course I do. But it’s useless… These people have connections, backgrounds, and powerful people who can back them up. No one’s going to help me!” Tears mixed with the blood on Leon’s face.

He no longer had the courage to live if he couldn’t avenge his family. For this young man, staying alive had become a kind of torment.

“There’s always someone who will help.” Ashton smiled faintly at him. “Like me.”

“You?” Leon’s eyes widened.

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He stared into Ashton’s deep, steady eyes and mumbled, “Aren’t you one of them?”

“How could a person be on the same side as uncivilized creatures?” Ashton sighed again. “From now on, I’ll take you under my wing. The world may be torn and ragged, but there are always people who will stitch it back together, piece by piece.”

“How dare you go against Niall? How can you save someone he wants dead? You’re asking for trouble!”

“What is this guy’s deal? He’s clearly not one of us. How did Sally end up with a man like him?”

“Niall, just get rid of him already!”

“Let me do it!”

One of the spoiled heirs, who was obviously higher than a kite, stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot. He snatched up a wine bottle and staggered toward Ashton.

Ashton remembered him–Lyle Fallon, who had tortured a young woman to death and then bragged about it

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with pride.

He slowly lifted an arm. A cold, pitch–black glow gathered at his fingertip, then shot toward Lyle. A jet of black fight ripped through the air, shot straight through Lyle’s brow, and out the other side,

A spray of blood erupted, painting the room red. With a strangled scream, Lyle toppled stiffly to the floor, a gory hole drilled between his eyebrows. He was most certainly dead.

A chorus of shrieks split the air.

The pack of spoiled heirs who’d been thrilled and reckless seconds ago felt like someone had doused them with ice–cold water. Their eyes bulged as they stared at Lyle’s corpse, cold sweat soaking their backs. Their mouths went dry, and the haze of alcohol evaporated, replaced by sharp, terrified clarity,

They turned to stare at Ashton in disbelief. Someone had actually killed a guy right in front of them, and not just anyone–he’d killed Lyle.

Lyle’s family wasn’t simple. They owned a mine and rubbed shoulders with the powerful.

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