The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 436

The scarred man sent the address to Adam and then hung up the phone.

Lucy immediately turned to him. "Mr. Alvarez, you have to save Carly. Her heart condition can't handle this kind of stress."

Perry looked at Adam seriously. "Mr. Alvarez, Celine is with them too. You have to bring her back."

Adam didn't say a single word. He simply turned and walked out.

…

Inside the warehouse, the scarred man glanced at Celine and Carly before letting out a low whistle. "You can question a rich man's morals, but you can't question his taste. Damn, Mr. Alvarez's ex-wife and girlfriend are both stunning. I'm jealous."

One of his men chuckled. "Sir, we've got time to kill. Why not have some fun with these two beauties?"

The scarred man cracked his knuckles and strode toward Celine, grabbing her delicate chin between his fingers. "Let's start with Mr. Alvarez's ex-wife. I've always wondered what it's like to taste a woman he's had before."

With that, he reached for Celine's clothes.

Celine met his gaze fearlessly, her voice steady and clear. "Try it. See what happens."

The scarred man froze.

He stared at her. Despite the bright red handprint swelling on her cheek and her disheveled state, her eyes were calm and unwavering, full of confidence and composure.

"If you're lucky, you might just walk out of here with one billion in your pocket. But the second you touch me, you won't be walking out at all," she threatened.

The scarred man slowly pulled his hand back.

Carly shot Celine a glare. "Oh, please. You really think Adam is here for you? No, he's here for me. If I weren't taken, Adam wouldn't have even cared whether you lived or died!"

Even in this situation, Carly was still talking nonsense. Celine cast her a cold glance. She was utterly ridiculous.

Just then, a voice came from outside. "Sir, Mr. Alvarez is here."

Adam had arrived, and he arrived fast.

Celine sat on the floor, silent. Her clear, bright eyes met his.

Adam's expression darkened slightly when he noticed the red, swollen handprint on her right cheek.

The scarred man walked over. "Mr. Alvarez, as you can see, they're both fine. Now, where's my money?"

Adam didn't even look at him. His voice was cold. "You did that to her face?"

The scarred man hesitated. "I…"

Before he could finish, Adam raised his hand and slapped him.

The scarred man stumbled backward, clutching his face in shock. He stared at Adam, utterly stunned.

Adam stood tall, his sharp eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of authority. He curled his lips into a dangerous smirk. "You dare lay a hand on what's mine?"