“You work for Leo, right?” with her eyes wide open, Caroline was quite surprised when seeing Nadine’s face.
Nadine simply nodded, looking aloof still. Silent, she fixed her eyes on Marcel and his fellows.
Though Nadine was standing there alone, those playboys felt like being surrounded by something horrible.
Caroline suddenly recalled what Nadine just warned her. She glared at Marcel, “You drugged the drink?”
Marcel turned a deaf ear to her question. Instead, he stared at Nadine, displeased, “Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know who I am.” Nadine took a glimpse at him and answered coldly, “You only need to know I am here to protect her.”
Caroline was rendered more surprised while looking at her. She knew it must be because of the order of Leo.
Marcel’s face was covered with greater sulkiness. He said while facing Nadine, “I see. You must be hired by my brother to protect his fiancée. He actually cares about a bitch so much. So incredible.”
“What did you say?” Caroline was rendered furious because of his offensive tone. After all, it was Benedict who took away her virginity.
“Idiot.” Nadine didn’t even wanna talk to him. She stared at him coldly with disdain, “Stay away from Miss Ford unless each of you wanna get your arms broken.”
“Oh, really?”
Marcel returned back to his seat, looking fearless. He even sneered, “Do you know where we are at? How dare you threaten us?”
“Marcel, she said she was gonna break our arms? I am so scared.”
“What a fool!”
His fellows were all sneering to show their disdain against Nadine.
Strong viciousness started to grow within Marcel’s eyes again. His voice turned to be horribly chilling, “Since you are here to protect her, why don’t you follow us to have some fun on the bed tonight? If you manage to please me, perhaps I would like to show some mercy.”
His voice sounded deadly evil. Caroline’s eyes were covered with fear while she was looking at him. Now she could clearly tell what he actually wanted from her.
However, she was rather confused—since Marcel was the brother of Benedict, she failed to figure out a reason to explain his hostility against Benedict, and also the reason why he wanna drug her.
Marcel seemed to notice what she was confused about.
He said with a hint of strong grudge shown in his eyes, “You must be wondering why I hate you so much. Actually, I have no feud with you. Your fiancé should be the only one to be blamed. It was he who broke my leg!”
As soon as he finished, he suddenly dropped the crutch, struggling to take a step forward with his trembling lame leg.
His face went pale with sweat oozing out of his forehead. Bearing great pain, he wanna prove himself that he could still walk like a normal guy even without the crutch.
However, he failed.
That leg was so broken that he couldn’t even feel it. He slumped onto the ground as soon as he attempted to step out.
“Fuck!” he clenched his fists to thump hard onto the ground.
“Marcel!” his fellows rushed over to support him up.
Gasping, Marcel stared at Caroline with malicious eyes, who was still too stunned to utter anything, “Now you see why I did that to you, huh? Benedict, the bastard, actually lives a better life over mine! Why? I, the only son of the generation, have to spend my days like a rat! Do you think that’s fair?”
His face was rendered twisted as he continued. He roared at Caroline, “My dear brother is about to get married. And you, his bride-to-be, are meant to be ruined by me! I gotta make him suffer!” while speaking, he laughed crazily.
“That’s why you try to drug me?”
Caroline couldn’t help flinching back with her eyes fixed on him with disbelief, “You are out of your mind…”
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