CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109: LEARNING WHAT IT MEANS TO LIVE A LIFE WORSE THAN DEATH

At this moment, Ethan Hawthorne looked extremely shocked.

It was actually... Sabrina Hayes???

So, she was the so-called high-profile guest competing for a spot with him tonight?

With her abilities, how could she afford to book a place like this?

"Who did that woman come with tonight?"

Ethan Hawthorne coldly asked the manager beside him.

The manager hesitated, unsure if he should answer.

Vincent Lynch thought there was nothing to withhold and gestured for him to speak.

The manager had no choice but to say, "The reservation was made by a young man."

Ethan Hawthorne instantly realized.

Sure enough, she was dining with another man.

This despicable woman dared to fool around outside even though she hasn’t divorced his brother yet.

Recently, she has been causing trouble for Brooke at work, making her a nervous wreck.

Tonight, he must teach her a lesson!!!

Thinking of this, Ethan Hawthorne narrowed his eyes and bragged to his wealthy second-generation friends beside him, "Do you believe me? Later, I’ll kick this so-called VIP out.

These days, no matter who you are, or what abilities you have... you have no right to act arrogantly in front of The Hawthorne Family!"

The wealthy second-generation naturally agreed, "Believe it! Who in all of Veridia would dare to arm-wrestle with The Hawthorne Family?"

Their immediate support gave Ethan Hawthorne great confidence.

He strutted over confidently towards the number one private room.

His menacing demeanor made it look like he was about to wreck the place.

However, what he didn’t expect was, just as he approached the private room door, two dark figures suddenly appeared from both sides.

Immediately, before he could react, they pinned him hard to the ground in a grappling position.

"Damn... who are you people?"

Ethan Hawthorne was completely stunned, his first reaction was to curse loudly.

Nash Spencer emerged from the side, looking down at the face pressed against the floor.

He naturally recognized who it was, but his expression showed no fear at all.

As for the bodyguards, they were all active soldiers and even special forces members, extremely skilled, and with just one move, they rendered Ethan Hawthorne immobile.

Not to mention the murderous aura they exuded!

Ethan Hawthorne’s breathing slightly stalled.

The wealthy second-generation beside him, along with Vincent Lynch, were all dumbfounded as well.

Eventually, the two who were in front reacted first, sternly yelling, "Do you have the guts to lay a hand on the second young master? Let go of him immediately, or are you looking for death?"

Nash Spencer lifted his gaze, swept a cold look at them, eyes full of authority, and said, "This private room is booked, making it private domain. Don’t you know you can’t trespass? Who’s looking for death?"

Ethan Hawthorne had never experienced such humiliation before and instinctively struggled, wanting to stand up.

However, the bodyguards had applied immense strength.

His whole body felt like fish meat on a cutting board!

Ethan Hawthorne, unable to break free, instantly flew into a rage, spewing vile words, "Sabrina Hayes, you bitch, get over here!!!"

Sabrina Hayes, in the middle of a phone call, suddenly heard someone cursing her and instinctively turned to look.

Upon seeing the scene outside the private room, her delicate eyebrows furrowed immediately.

This mad dog... why is he here?

The two elders inside the private room, along with Jasper Fitzgerald, also heard the curses.

Charles Hayes was somewhat annoyed, "Who is this? Why are they cursing our Sabrina?"

Galina Young frowned, "That voice sounds somewhat familiar!"

The two muttered, intending to get up and see what’s going on

But Jasper Fitzgerald stopped them with a word, "Uncle, Auntie, please stay with Zara. I’ll handle this."

The two, who had a certain level of trust in him, though upset, agreed.

Jasper Fitzgerald quickly got up and walked outside the private room.

Coincidentally, Sabrina Hayes had just returned.

Her face was cold as ice, and her beautiful eyes were filled with undeniable anger and disgust.

"Ethan Hawthorne, what are you barking at again?"

Upon seeing Sabrina Hayes, Ethan Hawthorne’s insults intensified, "Bitch, how dare you ask me? Out here fooling around with your paramour, and even letting them lay hands on me? Are you tired of living?

Get them to let go, now!"

Sabrina Hayes was furious upon hearing this.

This mad dog, truly nothing good comes out of a foul mouth!

Jasper Fitzgerald squinted his eyes, clearly also displeased.

The bodyguards, sensing his mood, immediately exerted force on Ethan’s arm.

The force was so strong, it felt as though they were about to snap Ethan Hawthorne’s bones.

"Ah—"

Ethan Hawthorne screamed in pain, his features almost twisted.

Enraged, he continued to shout, "Aren’t you afraid of death? How dare you treat me like this! Do you know who I am? Offending The Hawthorne Family, I’ll make sure you pay...

Sabrina Hayes, how dare you collude with outsiders to attack me, you believe I won’t have my brother deal with you when I get back?"

As he said this, somehow gathering strength, he suddenly broke free from the bodyguard’s hold and lunged aggressively at Sabrina Hayes.

Sabrina was startled and was about to react but didn’t have time before Jasper Fitzgerald pulled her aside, protecting her behind him.

The man’s tall and slender frame was right in front of her.

That broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted silhouette gave an unprecedented sense of security.

Sabrina Hayes’ heart suddenly skipped a beat, the calm lake of her heart rippling with circles of waves from a drop of water.

Her expression suddenly turned dazed.

Jasper Fitzgerald didn’t notice, casually lifted his long leg, and stepped on Ethan Hawthorne’s back, coolly saying, "If you don’t need your mouth, we can consider cutting it off to prevent further pollution of the air."

Ethan Hawthorne was almost breathless from the pressure.

Although the other party seemed to use no force, it felt as if his chest bones were about to shatter.

It was at this moment that he clearly saw the man’s face in front of him.

An entirely unfamiliar face.

In the elite circles of Veridia, he had never seen such a person.

However, this did not impede his judgment.

The man in front, exuding such a natural aura of dominance, seemed to far surpass even his brother.

This person... could he be from overseas???

Even so, in Veridia, no one could challenge The Hawthorne Family.

After catching his breath, Ethan Hawthorne scowled and cursed, "Get off me, even if you want to play the hero, you should assess if you are worthy... My brother is the CEO of the Hawthorne Group, anger him, and I’ll make sure you can’t stay in Veridia..."

Then he turned his attacks back to Sabrina Hayes, "Sabrina, why are you so cheap? Not yet divorced from my brother, and already hooking up with men everywhere, first it was Josee Sheffield, now another one...

I used to think you were just a boring, dull, small-town girl dreaming of marrying into power.

But you’re actually a fickle slut..."

Jasper Fitzgerald’s face suddenly darkened, his foot on Ethan’s back exerted a slight force.

’Crack’—a sound, as if bones dislocated or broke, echoed.

"Ah—"

Ethan Hawthorne screamed in agony on the spot.

Sabrina Hayes, enraged, stepped forward without hiding behind Jasper Fitzgerald, grabbing Ethan’s hair, and said, "Ethan Hawthorne, if you can’t speak decently, I’ll fix that filthy mouth of yours..."

With that, she slapped him several times hard.

Slap, slap, slap—

The crisp sound exploded in the corridor, making the onlooking wealthy second-generation’s eyelids twitch violently.

Sabrina Hayes still felt it was not enough.

Having been bullied by this trash in The Hawthorne Family for too long, did they really think she wouldn’t fight back?

In her anger, she fed him a mouthful of medicine.

This medicine, once in the mouth, felt like a thousand needles piercing his lips simultaneously.

A burning, stinging pain rapidly spread.

Ethan Hawthorne finally realized what living hell was.

"Ah ah ah... It hurts, it hurts... ugh ugh ugh..."

Eventually, he was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak, cold sweat drenched him, and his lips swelled like sausages, drooling uncontrollably.

Jasper Fitzgerald noticed, disdainfully retracting his leg.

The bodyguards, equally disgusted, directly pushed him far away.

Ethan Hawthorne was already in no condition to resist, rolling on the ground relentlessly.

Nash Spencer saw this, cast a faint glance at the two wealthy second-generations, and reminded, "What are you staring at? Aren’t you going to scram with him???"