Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 192

Derek just assumed he was bluffing. Pointing a finger right at his face, he cursed, "Do you know who the hell I am? I'm Derek Creed, a big shot in real estate! You try laying a single finger on me, and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life."

"Is that right?" Milton grabbed the wrist holding Yvette and wrenched it off her.

He knelt down, his voice softening to soothe her. "Wait for me."

In that moment, he was her ultimate lifeline.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Yvette, then unbuttoned his shirt collar and rolled up his sleeves.

Seeing that he was serious, Derek panicked. He leaned in closer, trying to appease him, "You want her too, don't you? Look, I'll let you go first..."

Unable to stomach another word of his filthy mouth, Milton punched him square in the jaw.

"Ah..."

Every punch was a blur, every strike merciless, practically tearing through the air.

At first, Derek managed to make a sound, spewing curses and threats, which quickly turned into pathetic begging. Eventually, he couldn't make a sound at all.

Milton had always been composed and calm in front of Yvette. This was the very first time she had ever seen him so completely unhinged.

"Milton... Milton..." Yvette's voice was broken and weak.

Milton paused. His hawk-like eyes shot toward the man lying on the ground like a dead dog, and he brought his polished leather shoe down hard between Derek's legs.

The man, who had already passed out, let out another agonizing, blood-curdling shriek.

It was a sound so horrific that even his worst enemy might have felt the urge to beg for mercy on his behalf.

Milton didn't stop. He gradually increased the pressure of his foot, exuding an overwhelming, terrifying aura that kept everyone at bay.

Soon, a yellow puddle stained the carpet, and the sharp stench of urine spread through the hallway.

Derek's face was utterly devoid of color. He let out one last pathetic cry and blacked out completely.

Yvette frowned. She tried to raise her hand to cover her nose but found she didn't even have the strength for that.

Milton scooped Yvette up into his arms, instantly feeling the burning heat radiating through her thin hoodie.

Realizing what was wrong, his expression darkened. "Yvette!"

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