The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 106

If something actually happened to Sterling, not only would she lose her paycheck, but she'd probably face the full wrath of the Hawthorne family.

This wasn't her being paranoid; it was simply how the ultra-rich operated.

"What a manipulative bitch! How much strength could a drunk guy possibly have? The bottle didn't even break. Stop acting so fragile..."

"Who the hell do you think you are to judge her?"

Sterling snapped his head toward Sasha, cutting off her rant with a gaze practically dripping with murderous intent.

Sasha choked on her words, her lips trembling as she swallowed her protests, completely terrified.

The next second, her eyes blew wide open in sheer horror.

Sterling had let go of Elena and, radiating pure violence, stalked toward the bleeding man on the floor.

The hit to the head had somewhat sobered Arthur up.

But clearly, not enough to realize the danger he was in.

Seeing the young man approach, he still tried to act tough, screaming aggressively, "You little brat, you dare lay a hand on me? You just wait... Ah!"

Before he could finish, Sterling grabbed him by the collar, hauled him up, and drove a vicious punch into his face.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The quiet, dimly lit, foul-smelling hallway echoed with the sickening sound of flesh being battered.

In no time, Arthur's face was a bloody mess. He desperately started begging, "Stop hitting me... please... let me go... I was wrong..."

Sterling completely ignored him, bringing his fist down again and again, his knuckles fully coated in the man's blood.

Soon, Arthur's pleas weakened into nothing as he fell completely unconscious.

Yet, Sterling still didn't stop.

Watching the brutal beating, Sasha felt a cold terror grip her heart.

Whenever she was around Lydia, the heir was almost always remarkably gentle.

Even when he was in a bad mood, he never displayed his dark side in front of Lydia.

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