CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 116: MR. GALLAGHER, WHY IS IT YOU?

Evelyn Thorne’s friends all stared in shock at the handsome man.

"Wow, he’s so handsome. Is it him?"

Evelyn Thorne drunkenly lifted her head and glanced at him, then giggled foolishly, "Julian, why are you here?"

"It’s good you’re here, come over and drink with me."

Julian Grant walked over to her side with a grim expression and slapped the wine glass out of her hand.

"Bang!" was heard.

The wine glass hit the ground.

Everyone was startled and dumbfounded.

The male model dancing provocatively on the coffee table was also frightened and hurriedly jumped down and moved aside.

This is Northwood’s most upscale nightclub!

A night’s expense here is quite astonishing.

The women who come here are mostly wealthy.

And wealthy women usually have husbands.

Last time, there was a wealthy woman getting wild with a male model when her husband found her with a few friends and beat up both the woman and the model.

So, the models thought it was another woman’s husband barging in.

"Julian Grant, what are you doing?"

Julian Grant crossed over the coffee table with a dark face.

He grabbed Evelyn Thorne by the collar and pulled her over, "Evelyn Thorne, damn it, it’s not enough for you to cause trouble yourself, you have to drag Josephine into it too."

"Slap!"

Julian Grant’s anger and hate boiled over, he couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped her hard several times.

Evelyn Thorne instantly flew into a rage, "Ugh, you dare hit me, I’ll fight you!"

"Damn it, my principle is not to hit women, but you’re an exception."

Julian Grant grabbed her hair and dragged her straight outside.

"Ah, let go, someone help..."

Evelyn Thorne’s friends saw this and hurriedly tried to stop him, "How can you do this? Let go!"

"Stay back, this is personal between her and me, see who dares to interfere!"

Julian Grant roared furiously after speaking.

Fuming, he dragged her by the hair, forcefully pulling her out of the nightclub.

"What’s going on?"

"I don’t know..."

Shortly afterward.

Julian Grant dragged her outside the nightclub entrance.

"Evelyn Thorne, damn it, I’ve tolerated you for a long time! How many times have I warned you not to mess with Josephine, did you think I was joking?"

"Slap--" a few crisp sounds rang.

Several hard slaps left Evelyn Thorne disoriented.

"Ah, help!" Evelyn Thorne couldn’t shield herself, she cried out in agony repeatedly as she was beaten.

Julian Grant kicked her hard a few times, making her roll around on the ground.

It snowed today in Northwood!

She wasn’t wearing a warm coat, getting beaten with her hair in disarray, face bruised and swollen.

Julian Grant had always loved stirring up trouble since childhood but never hit women.

But Evelyn Thorne was just unbearable to him.

Back in their dating days.

Due to a little conflict, she spent the night with his three good buddies. This led to his complete fallout with those lifelong friends.

Later, to avoid her, he moved from Austeria to The Republic of Arcadia, and then from The Republic of Arcadia to Brelland.

Whoever he was close with, she’d deliberately seduce them into bed.

Initially, he thought she was crazy. But out of respect for both families’ ties, he could only avoid her, unwilling to deal with her.

Yet she assumed he feared her, and went around harassing him, exposing his secrets.

He could even tolerate that.

But she actually, to gain favor with Nathaniel Gallagher, deliberately brought Josephine Thompson to him. This resulted in Josephine being repeatedly assaulted by Nathaniel Gallagher, bruised all over.

This finally infuriated him thoroughly.

"Bang bang--"

Julian Grant, lost in rage, kicked her fiercely in the places she could withstand, "Heard me, damn it? Stay away from Josephine. If you dare mess with her again, I’ll beat you every time I see you."

His blows were heavy.

But also measured, targeting areas with more flesh. Cause her physical pain, but avoiding harming bones.

Evelyn Thorne howled in pain, sobbing miserably, "No, please stop, I won’t dare anymore."

"Would you dare provoke Josephine again?"

"I won’t dare anymore, I won’t dare again, I won’t go find Ms. Thompson anymore."

"You better remember it well, let this beating serve as a lesson."

After shouting at her, Julian Grant kicked her for another roll.

Finally, the anger in his heart subsided slightly, he turned and left.

After Julian Grant left.

Evelyn Thorne sat on the ground with her hair disheveled, cried and cursed in a miserable state, "Julian Grant, you damn wait for me."

"I won’t let you off, you dared hit me, you’ve eaten the heart of a bear and the liver of a leopard. Just wait for me, it’s so painful and cold..."

The private box just now was heated, so she took off her mink coat. Now she’s only wearing a strap tank top, shivering from the cold.

"Oh it’s so painful, someone help us..."

The high heels twisted several times, now hurting, unable to stand. Plus with tipsy drunkenness, she couldn’t get up after trying a few times.

"Ugh, dare hit me, you’re asking for death..."

Evelyn Thorne was both in pain and cold, shivering unable to stand.

Just as she found herself in a miserable helpless state.

A man’s warm fur coat slowly draped over her.

"Ugh!" Evelyn Thorne felt warm all over, raised teary eyes to look at the person.

At a glance.

She became dumbfounded, even forgetting to cry.

The cold aloof male god she longed for day and night, miraculously appeared by her side, rescuing her like a hero.

Nathaniel Gallagher slowly bent over, his voice deep and magnetic, "Get up quickly, the ground is cold."

Finishing his words, he gently and gentlemanly supported her shoulders.

His large hands were strong and powerful, helping her up.

Evelyn Thorne stared at him blankly, as if she were dreaming.

Nathaniel Gallagher gazed deeply at her, taking out a white handkerchief to wipe her nosebleed, "You’re injured; let me take you to the hospital!"

"... Mr. Gallagher..."

Evelyn looked into Nathaniel’s deep eyes, the metallic taste still lingering in her nose, yet the scent of cedar mixed with a faint tobacco smell from him made her heart race uncontrollably.

She shakily grasped his sleeve: "Mr. Gallagher... how are you here?"

"Just passing by." Nathaniel gently pressed the handkerchief against the bruise at the corner of her mouth, his gaze sweeping across her exposed skin, his Adam’s apple moving slightly, "Let’s go to the hospital first."

Before he finished speaking, he had already bent down to carry her in a princess hold.

"Oh!" Evelyn exclaimed in surprise, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck.

Following that, her cheek brushed against his warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Nathaniel, silent and reserved, carried her towards the car.

"Click!"

The car door opened.

Nathaniel courteously placed her in the back seat and covered her with his coat.

"..." Evelyn’s heart was racing with a deer-in-the-headlights feeling, moved and touched.

Nathaniel returned to the driver’s seat and slowly started the car.

The night wind carried snowflakes, tapping against the car window.

Evelyn curled up in Nathaniel’s coat.

Nathaniel’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, suddenly speaking: "Julian Grant hit too hard; how can a man hit a girl?"

"..." Evelyn bit her lower lip, instantly furious.

"He can wait for me; I won’t let him go. Ow, it hurts..."

"Drink some hot water!" Nathaniel said while driving, handing over a thermos.

"Thank you."

Nathaniel said no more, just focused on driving.

...

Ten minutes later.

The car arrived at Northwood’s People’s Hospital.

"Get out of the car!"

"Be careful."

Nathaniel opened the car door and personally lifted her out.

Evelyn tightly embraced his neck, even forgetting about her injuries.

A little later.

Nathaniel carried her into the hospital and personally found a doctor for her and handled the payments.

However...

She only had some external injuries; nothing serious.

It’s just her ankle was twisted, now swollen, and she wanted to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.

The doctor treated her injuries and arranged for her in a ward.

Evelyn lay on the hospital bed, her mind racing, forgetting she was an injured person, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."

"Happiness came too suddenly, didn’t it?"

"This is a blessing in disguise, getting close to my dream man."

"Tsk tsk tsk, no way, I can’t miss this chance; I must win him over tonight. Opportunity knocks but once..."

Evelyn, on the hospital bed, posed seductively in different postures, hoping to captivate Nathaniel in one go.

However...

She waited and waited, until she dozed off.

But Nathaniel never returned.

Evelyn, growing impatient, could only call over a nurse to inquire, "Nurse, where is the gentleman who just brought me to the hospital?"

The nurse responded nonchalantly, "Oh~, that gentleman took care of the admission procedures and settled the fees, then left."

Poof!

Hearing this, Evelyn was greatly disappointed, "What? He’s already gone?"

"Yes."

"... How could he just leave?" Evelyn was anxious to get out of bed to chase him, but her twisted ankle prevented her from walking.

"Ay, how could he just leave! I got my hopes up for nothing."

Evelyn sulked in frustration.

She had been daydreaming of being close with her dream man. Yet unexpectedly, he only dropped her at the hospital and left.

...

Kensington University Hospital.

Nathaniel drove back to the hospital on this side.

The deputy president called him again, reporting a sticky situation at the casino.

"President Gallagher, it’s very troublesome now. The authorities have issued orders, insisting we cease operations for inspection and rectification."

"No matter how much we’ve tried to maneuver and manage, nothing is working."

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel’s expression turned dark as frost, "Alright, got it. I’ll return to Audenburg tomorrow."

"Uh-huh, okay."

Hanging up the phone.

Nathaniel frowned slightly, his face cold as ice.

He knew someone was deliberately creating obstacles.

Moreover, the opponent had powerful backing.

After all, he was influential in Audenburg, bridging both the legal and underworld circles thoroughly. Issues like this were normally trivial.

But now, someone was using it as a pretext to bite and not let go.

"Ha~, Julian Grant, I haven’t even confronted you yet, and you’re already making trouble for me."

"Just wait and see!"

He got out of the car and made his way directly to the ward floor.

Passing by ward 908.

He saw several bodyguards posted at the door, clearly protecting Josephine Thompson.

Nathaniel smirked in disdain, "... Josephine, you cannot escape my grasp. In this life, you can only be my woman."