Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 None of them could keep drinking and were all unsure if they should set their glasses down when they realized that this was all for show to warn them.

Lucas was comparatively calmer than the rest, he did not give much of a reaction apart from frowning in disgust.

Unable to stand it any longer, Anne shouted, “That‘s enough!”

She had thought that this was yet another plan he had to humiliate her, but she had never imagined to see something so violent and she could not take it.

Anthony‘s expression remained cold. “No need to ask for mercy for them. Carry on!”

Wailing rose and fell and Mr. Moore fell onto the ground holding his mostly severed palm, while Mr. Pat had a dagger buried deep into his hand, pinning him down to the floor.

The screams inside the room sounded as though they were coming from a slaughterhouse.

The floor was soon tainted in crimson and the bodyguards dragged the men outside once they were done.

The scent of blood filled the air and not even alcohol could overpower it.

Anne paled. His fingers found her chin once again and forced her to turn around to meet with devilish eyes.

“This is what happens to people who touch you.” He narrowed his eyes dangerously. “No one but me. There‘s no exception. Anyone who does it will be my enemy.”

This warning was meant for Lucas and Anne knew it by heart. ‘Who does he think he is? What makes him think that I‘m his? I didn‘t consent to this! She thought.

She pulled away from his hand and got up. “Do whatever you want. I am going home.”

She turned and ran away from the bar. She ran all the way outside to the road, gasping for fresh air.