Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 914

The phone call never disconnected and had been kept in loudspeaker mode during the entire exchange.

Boyle sped across the highway.

He was completely consumed by rage when he arrived at Hanson's hotel room. He had an incredibly bitter look on his face while a deadly and menacing aura emanated from every inch of his body!

Boyle immediately kicked the door down!

Since doors were cheap and hollow at a small hotel, it was not exactly secure.

Hanson was startled by the sudden break-in!

He actually thought that the cops had found him!

Because of that, Hanson curled up into a ball while instinctively covering his head with his arms.

Boyle looked menacing and intimidating.

Just as Hanson was about to look up to see who the person was, his neck was suddenly being choked by a strong huge hand before he was shoved onto the ground.

Boyle did not speak much nor did he show any emotion at all as ruthlessly assaulted the other with every ounce of strength in his body.

Every punch felt as if he was fully intended to murder him!

Even Cherie, who was bound to a chair, was shocked to see how violent and cruel Boyle was.

The Boyle she knew was calm and collected. It was rare for him to lose control like that.

Hanson wailed and cried from the barrage of assaults Boyle delivered onto him. Hanson pleaded, "Boyle! Please stop! I yield! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

"You're sorry? No, you're not! Time and time again, you’ve kidnapped her! You should go ahead and die!"

Boyle got up and violently stomped on Hanson's stomach.

The mad was consumed by insatiable rage. He seemed as if he was the living embodiment of Ares, the God of War himself.

Hanson grabbed onto Boyle's leg as the pain caused his face to contort unnaturally. He pleaded, "Please stop! Stop! Boyle, I'm truly sorry! Ah!"

Boyle glared coldly at Hanson who seemed like a worthless piece of trash on the ground as he exclaimed, "Did I not warn you seven years ago to stop bothering me!"

"You have, you have… Please, you have! Please let me go! Cough, cough."

"You dared to kidnap her!"

"I didn't… I didn't! All I want is to see you! Cough, cough."

It seemed Boyle had completely lost control as he assaulted Hanson so hard that he did not even have the strength left to cough.

Cherie noticed Hanson was already on the brink of death. She knew that if Boyle was to continue his assault, he would definitely beat Hanson to death.

She finally intervened but she spoke in a very calm manner, "You'll be charged too if you beat him to death."

Boyle finally stopped.

Hanson was immediately released from his punishment as he cowered into a corner while shielding his face with both arms. He cautiously stared at Boyle while looking absolutely terrified of him at the same time.

Boyle seemed to have assaulted him much worse than he had done seven years ago!

Boyle clenched his fists and rubbed his brows as he tried to calm himself down.

The man glared at Hanson with a sinister gaze.

He then walked over to Cherie, kneeling on one knee as all the menace in his eyes had completely faded. He untied her while asking gently, "Are you hurt?"

Cherie was speechless.

Cherie instinctively looked at him. He seemed like a completely different person from the man he was when he assaulted Hanson earlier.

Boyle thought she was startled from being kidnapped as he grabbed her hands with his before saying, "Everything’s going to be fine. I'm here."

Cherie was stunned as she withdrew her hands from his grasp and said, "Please tell your father to stop bothering me ever again."

"I know. I’ll never allow him another chance to ever kidnap or bother you again."

Cherie left the hotel room first but Boyle did not go after her.

That was because there were still things he needed to take care of.