The poor Billionaire novel (Ethan) novel Chapter 69
'Fuck! My instincts were right. Something was different with Horace today. He had shown conspicuous traces of being more than what I used to think of him. For Mr. Rivera to hold him in high esteem, it only means that he's a big shot,' Macie thought to herself.
She was shocked to the marrows at this time. Everything that happened today played out in her mind. It dawned on her that the Rolls-Royce Phantom was not rented and that he used the coupons to hide his identity. 'My gosh! It wasn't a coincidence at all! Horace is wealthy enough to afford everything. How come he's this rich? How did he manage to conceal his wealth during our high school days?'
Just as Macie was lost in thought, Laila got over the shock and put her head in the game. Saving Horace from the claws of those ferocious men was more important now than fathoming his identity. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Rivera, it's me, Laila. Where are you? Horace is in grave danger now!"
Laila couldn't help crying. She was so worried about Horace and didn't want more harm to come to him.
It was at this moment that two of the vicious men caught up with Laila and Macie. They blocked their way. One of them said disdainfully, "Bitches, where do you think you are going? You should feel honored that Mr. Russell wants to have something to do with you. How dare you decline his advances?"
The men cracked their fingers again and the crackling sound sent shivers down the ladies' spines.
Farris, who was still on the phone, heard their voices. He roared, "Fuck you! If anyone dares to hurt Mr. Warren and the two young ladies, I, Farris Rivera, will pay you in a hundredfold!"
The screeching sound of a car's tires and the rumble of its engine came from the other end of the line.
"Did I just hear you say Farris Rivera? Ha-ha! Quit putting up an act on the phone. What gives you the audacity to pretend to be such a powerful man? Don't just stop there. You can also claim to be Dario Russell!" One of Milo's men sneered when he heard Farris's warning from Horace's phone.
Meanwhile, things weren't looking good for Horace. He was gasping for breath as he dodged the heavy blows and kicks. Milo looked at him and mocked him. "Hey, fool. Is that all you have gotten? Bring it on, dude!"
Milo pointed at Horace and said to the beautiful women beside him, "Babes, did you hear that? This idiot claimed that he has Farris's phone number. As in, the Farris Rivera. Ha-ha! How can the most dangerous man in Rinas be acquainted with such a loser?"
After a short pause, Milo sneered at Horace, "You idiot, since you claim to be a powerful man, you must know my uncle then. I might get scared of you if you really know my uncle. Tell me, do you know him? Bah! You are from the trenches. There's no way you would know my uncle. For your information, my uncle is the richest man in this city, Dario Russell. Ha-ha! That name rings a bell, right? You must be scared to death right now! How dare you pretend that you are acquainted with Farris? Anyway, you can't do anything to me even if Farris is your backer. My uncle is wealthier than him. He has to treat me well out of respect for my uncle."
The beautiful women chuckled with mockery after Milo finished speaking. They thought Horace had bitten off more than he could chew this time.
"Dario Russell? I know him too!" Horace retorted boldly.
"Ha-ha! Are my ears deceiving me or did this guy really say he knows my uncle? My, oh, my! You are such a big fool. The clothes on you are worth less than one hundred dollars, but you claim to know my uncle, the richest man in this city. Are you high on some cheap drugs? Or did you meet him in your dreams? That's the only way you could have met him!" Milo laughed condescendingly as he pointed at Horace.
'Milo is a nephew of the richest man in Rinas! What a shame!' Horace thought.
He had been dodging the men's attack for quite some time now. Thus, his strength was running low at this time. His body was so weak and his legs felt wobbly.
A muffled sound suddenly rang out. One of the vicious men had hit Horace's chest with his heavy fist.
Horace staggered back and crashed to the floor.
"Horace!" Laila shouted at the top of her lungs. She had been watching him all along, so she was shocked when he was dealt a heavy blow. She broke free from Macie's hold and ran towards him.
A wave of anger flickered in Macie's heart as she watched the scene. She looked at Laila who had run back. Then, she glared at the sophisticated women standing beside Milo. She cursed them out in her heart, 'Aargh! Those bitches insulted me so complacently just now. I can't let them go scot-free. They must suffer great pain today. Now that Horace is a big shot, I will encourage him to make their lives miserable. I have to go all out to vent my anger!'
Macie's previous instinct was to run away, but on second thought, she ran back with Laila.
The return of the young ladies took the two men by surprise. They had expected them to run away. Since Laila and Macie had practically surrendered themselves, the men grinned and walked behind them.
Now that all their targets were in one place, the men felt that there was no point rushing to catch them. Capturing them would be a piece of cake.
The vicious man who had punched Horace in the chest looked at him disdainfully and queried, "Have you given up? Why don't you continue dodging my blows? I thought you were skilled. Aren't you a powerful man? Come on, show me what you've gotten!"
The man gave Horace a heavy kick after speaking.
Horace had just gotten up at this time, but he soon crashed to the floor again with a thud.
"Ha-ha!" Milo burst into laughter as he looked at Horace on the floor. He was behaving as if he were the one that dealt with him just now.
With a complacent smirk, he waved at those gorgeous women beside him and said, "Kicking this guy must feel so good. Let's go and have a try!"
Then Milo led the women to where Horace was lying.
"Hey, boy, Mr. Russell wants to vent his anger by kicking you. To prevent you from hurting him or doing anything stupid, I'll cripple all your limbs first!" The man who kicked Horace stared at him coldly. He clenched his fist and was about to punch his arm.
It was obvious that Horace's arm would be destroyed if he received that punch.
"No!" Laila screamed and fell on Horace's body to block the vicious man's punch without thinking twice.
"No!" Horace yelled after she protected him with her body. Before it was too late, he made a quick move.
A thud was heard the next second. The punch didn't land on Laila but Horace.
The move Horace had made on the spur of the moment caused Laila to be under him. He had taken the punch on his back. His body was thin and weak, but his bones were strong enough to withstand the punch. However, it pushed him forward and his body pressed against Laila's.
He accidentally kissed her lips hard.
"Bang!"
A loud noise filled the building all of a sudden. The glass of the mall was smashed into smithereens by a Rolls-Royce Phantom.
The car drove straight to where Horace was.
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