The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 75

Bang!

With a deafening crash, the heavy wooden door was violently kicked open from the outside.

Inside the room, the two men who were about to force themselves on her spun around in shock.

Miles's gaze shot past the two men, landing on Claire, who was curled up on the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

She was huddled in the corner, a tear running down the delicate fabric of her dress.

Her face was flushed with an unnatural red heat, and her lips were swollen and bruised from her desperate attempts to stay conscious.

In a split second, every shred of reason and restraint in Miles's eyes burned to ash.

"You're dead."

He planted a vicious kick right into the center of one man's chest, sending him crashing to the floor, writhing and wailing in agony.

The other man was terrified out of his wits. He grabbed an ashtray to swing, but Miles snatched his wrist and ruthlessly dislocated his arm with a sickening crack.

He was like an enraged beast.

"Miles..."

Her broken, fragile whisper finally managed to pull his sanity back from the edge.

He instantly stripped off his jacket and wrapped it securely around her, hiding her from view.

With all the commotion, the guests from the banquet hall had rushed over right behind him.

The scene before them was absolute chaos.

A massive crowd had quickly gathered at the guest room door.

Jefferson immediately spotted Claire shivering in Miles's arms, and the two battered men groaning on the floor.

A rush of fury consumed him. He desperately wanted to storm in, beat the living hell out of those two scumbags himself, and pull Claire into his own arms.

That place beside her had originally belonged to him.

Yvonne noticed Jefferson's erratic energy and quickly grabbed him, terrified he was going to do something reckless.

"This is the Zimmerman Manor! Look where you are!"

More and more people crowded outside the door, their hushed whispers buzzing like a swarm of bees.

Toby squeezed his way through the crowd and ran inside.

"I'm sorry, waaah, it's all my fault..."

Victor barked an order. "Drag these two useless fools out of here and hand them over to the police."

"Alright, Miles, don't be angry anymore..."

Miles slowly raised his eyes to meet Victor's, his words clipped and precise. "You certainly handled that with ease, Victor."

His voice was quiet, but it vibrated with an unprecedented, dangerous intensity.

"Tonight is far from over. Whoever reached out their hand, whoever slipped the drug—I will drag every single one of them into the light."

"If I don't find the culprit, no one in this house will have a moment of peace."

Yvonne muttered defensively under her breath.

"Miles, you can't say that. Today is Grandpa's birthday. You can't threaten your own family over an outsider..."

His gaze turned predatory. "You don't get a say in the Zimmerman family."

Yvonne choked on her words, her face flushing bright red, unable to utter a single syllable.

He stood up, carrying Claire tightly in his arms.

"Get out of my way."