My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 242

The four men nodded with their mouths pressed tightly, not daring to make a sound.

At first, they thought Tristan Sinclair would forgive them. They immediately wanted to thank him for his kindness and mercy. But then their sentences stopped on the tip of their tongues when they heard Tristan Sinclair’s following sentence.

"But... because you all almost hurt my wife, I can’t accept your apology. My wife was traumatized by your actions... she is scared every time she remembers what happened in the park." Tristan said casually, but all the gangsters were speechless to hear that.

They could only vent their sarcasm in their minds while looking at Tristan Sinclair in horror.

’Traumatized? Seriously? We are the ones who should be traumatized, sir!’ One of the gangsters thought.

’What the fuck!? Boss Tristan, come on... how could you say your wife is having trauma??’

’Can you make another excuse, sir? Your wife is such a demoness... She kicked me until my knee was crushed, and I couldn’t stand up straight.’

They did not believe it because they saw how fast and talented Tristan Sinclair’s wife was. She subdued them in mere minutes.

The woman they met in the park is definitely not an ordinary woman but someone who has learned martial arts from birth or just graduated from a military camp.

Looking at them staring at him in horror, Tristan gradually feels in a good mood. He continues his words, "So, you guys also have to feel what it’s like to be traumatized and scared..."

All the gangsters were rendered speechless. They wanted to beg for forgiveness, but seeing the look in Tristan Sinclair’s eyes, their wish faded. It was useless; Tristan Sinclair had already decided their punishment and fate before he arrived here.

They could only wait for what Tristan Sinclair wanted to do with them. But whatever it was, they hoped Tristan Sinclair wouldn’t take their lives.

... 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Tristan glanced at Reid beside him, leaned closer, and whispered, "Beat them all again. Make sure you don’t kill them, but give them the pain they will never forget."

After giving clear instructions, Tristan moved a few steps behind to give Reid room to beat them all. He would not dirty his hands and feet on lowly people like them.

Crossing his arms before his chest, Tristan’s eyes were cold as he watched Reid kick all the gangsters until they became even more battered.

The wounds that had not yet dried tore again, and fresh blood flowed. There were no words that could escape from their lips; only howls of pain could be heard.

Reid beat them mercilessly as if they were his punching bag. However, he didn’t aim for vital spots to endanger their lives.

"Yes, sir!" Reid nodded. "Is there anything else?"

Tristan stopped in his tracks before he got out of the door. He turned to look at the gangster leader and then looked at everyone in the room one by one in their eyes. His gaze was sharp and frightening, making them all seem frozen.

"If I see you guys after this, I will not be this merciful! So, remember to get out of this city immediately!"

"Y…YES, YES... SIR!" Simultaneously, the seven gangsters shouted while lowering their heads until they touched the floor.

...

Tristan no longer looked back. He walked out of the room and saw Dylan and a few guards in black tactical uniforms standing near the room.

"Where is he?" Tristan asked Dylan as he walked down the corridor towards the elevator.

"Room 107, sir," answered one of the guards waiting with Dylan.

Tristan’s steps stopped in front of the room. Dylan entered the room first after the guard opened the door for them, and Tristan followed behind him.