Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Who Is Your Backer?

(Author’s POV)

"You are the one causing me so much trouble, huhh?" Wyatt lifted her chin and gazed at her. He then turned her face to the left and then to the right to check, and once confirming, gave the men behind him a dirty look, "You said you didn’t touch her. So, why the fuck are her cheeks swollen?"

"You see~ .... she turned out to be a feisty one. So, to handle her~ .... we took some measures," The driver spoke, sounding unregretful and way too casual.

"Who~ .... who are you?" Myra asked, her voice weak yet resolute. "Why did you~ .... kidnap me?"

Wyatt turned his attention back to her, "First of all, you tell me~ .... who is this backer of yours? Your sugar daddy. Tell me his name," he counter-questioned her.

Myra’s brows furrowed together at the absurdity of his words, "I don’t have any~ ...."

"Hahh? You don’t have any? Or maybe you have too many that you can’t recall their names?" Wyatt spat back, sneering at her. "I know low-class, cheap people like you very well. Instead of your upper mouth, you use your nether mouth to talk to get things done. Isn’t that the case?" He spouted such vulgar, crass words, which would make any sane person’s ears bleed while looking at Myra’s tightly shut legs.

Myra couldn’t hold it in. "Watch what you say," She fired back. Her hazels, now burning like live charcoal, glaring at him.

Wyatt didn’t even hesitate and struck her hard across the face. Her face turned to the other side. Her already swollen cheeks were stinging with pain, and the corner of her mouth started to bleed and burn as she felt a ringing sound echoing in her ear.

For a brief moment, her hearing ability was affected as it became completely blank. Wyatt had used that much strength in that slap.

Wyatt Long rubbed his palm and commented, "You are right, Leroy Burton. She~ .... deserves a slap or two."

Despite that ghastly strike, Myra looked at all of them defiantly as Wyatt asked once again, adjusting his cufflinks, "Tell me~ ... who is the one behind the evidence leak? Tell me his name, and I will free you instantly." He offered, trying to sound generous.

His words made Myra realize what it was about. This person, he is sent by Nigel Long. After all, apart from him and his goons, no one would seek her for this reason. That was for sure.

"Did Nigel ask you to do this?" Myra questioned, point-blank.

"You ragged piece of shit. Don’t you dare utter his name with your dirty mouth," someone dashed inside and slapped Myra’s other cheek while warning her. This caught Myra completely off guard.

This hit was hard and sharp, much fiercer than the previous one. The person’s well-manicured, sharp nails left some scratch marks on her cheeks, as well as their wedding ring left an ugly cut on her face. A few tiny drops of blood rested there now.

Myra glanced up to see a woman looking back at her with clear, unfiltered contempt. This person wasn’t wearing a mask.

She immediately remembered who she was. It was Nigel’s mother, Zara Long. "You bitch. You dare to speak after doing that to my son. Because of you, my son got suspended .... *strike* .... Because of you, my family’s business got affected .... *strike* .... Because of you, our whole reputation is ruined .... *strike*" With each sentence, she thwacked Myra’s face mercilessly. It was now in a protuberant state and reddened, inflated like a balloon.

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