“So you’ve decided to mess with the Crawfords. You lack common sense, kid. Let’s beat some sense into you!” said the twins in unison as they walked toward William slowly, cold smiles on their faces.
“D*mn it! Carl! Get them! Make sure they can’t even stand after you’re done with them!”
William was in shock.
Initially, he had thought that getting revenge for his woman was going to be an easy task. All he needed to do was to have his guards cripple Gerald. He had never anticipated that Gerald would have two expert bodyguards with him.
He was now forced to order his trump card to make a move.
Carl was the bodyguard who had been standing behind William all this time. Though he looked intimidating with all the severe burn scars on his face, he began to tremble when he saw Drake and Tyson approaching.
It wasn’t out of fear, but an odd emotion in his heart which he just couldn’t suppress.
He stood in front of William.
“You can kill me, but please let Mr. Rye leave unharmed,” said Carl calmly.
Drake and Tyson stopped moving forward for a brief moment and looked at each other before fixing their gaze on Carl again.
“D*mn it! I didn’t ask you to give yourself up to die! Beat them up already you hideous man! How dare you disobey me!”
At that moment, a loud thud was heard.
William had punched Carl directly in the cheek.
Carl hadn’t dared to dodge and the corner of his lip began bleeding.
“What a waste of space! Useless!” yelled Liara before she slapped Carl on the other cheek.
‘You idiot! We ordered you to avenge us, not cover for us so we could run away!’ Liara continued to rage in her mind.
“Mr. Rye, Miss Liara, please leave immediately. I am no match for them,” said Carl calmly again.
“F*ck that! Aren’t you powerful yourself? It’s such a waste that dad kept you with us! Once we return, you’re going to start carrying a dustbin around with you every day and everywhere you go!”
It had never occurred to William that Carl would surrender himself so easily.
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