CHAPTER 792: CHAPTER 792: STILL A STEP TOO LATE

Just as Henry Foster was about to continue, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and Thomas Quincy appeared at the entrance like a godsend.

Seeing Henry holding down Clara Thornton, Thomas’s eyebrows furrowed tightly.

He walked in step by step, and Henry was first stunned, then smiled grimly, "Thomas, your woman sure is delightful."

Thomas grabbed Henry and punched him hard in the face.

Although he had some discord with Clara, he couldn’t just stand by and watch a girl being treated like this.

Henry was hit so hard that stars appeared before his eyes, and he couldn’t help but groan.

"Someone! Are you all dead?" Henry roared.

He shouted for a long time, but no one responded.

Thomas glanced at him contemptuously, "Stop wasting your energy, your men have all been taken by me, you’re all alone now."

A flash of panic appeared in Henry’s heart.

Thomas actually captured all his men? How could he possibly subdue Thomas by himself?

He originally expected to see Thomas embarrassed and angry, but in the end, it was he who got suppressed.

Thomas tossed him aside, looking down at Clara Thornton. Her dress was torn, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Luckily, he arrived in time and prevented further harm to her, otherwise, Eleanor Sterling might come after him.

Thomas took off his coat, covered Clara with it, and then picked her up to carry her outside.

At this moment, his subordinates came in and quickly apprehended Henry Foster.

"Young Master, how should we deal with Henry Foster?"

Thomas glanced back at him.

Henry had always been his adversary since childhood, having done numerous vile things. Now he even involved an innocent woman.

"Young Master, I think he shouldn’t be let off so easily."

"Henry has always targeted you, and this time he even went after your woman. I think he deserves to be torn to pieces!"

"Exactly, I agree."

Thomas was speechless; even his subordinates considered Clara to be his woman? How did such an outrageous rumor get spread?

No wonder Henry targeted Clara.

Thomas said coldly, "Capture him and take him back to the Quincy Family. Let the Foster Family ransom him with their family heirloom!"

After speaking, Thomas walked away without hesitation.

"Thomas, let me go! Don’t leave!" Henry was pinned down, still struggling and cursing.

Unfortunately, all that responded to him was Thomas’s cold and decisive figure leaving with Clara.

Henry still wanted to struggle and shout, but his mouth was covered, watching helplessly as Thomas left.

Thomas took Clara into an empty adjacent room.

After a while, Clara woke up, her memory seemingly frozen at the previous scene.

"Bastard! Go to hell."

She swung her arms and gave Thomas a hard slap, the crisp sound echoing in the room.

Thomas’s handsome face turned sour instantly.

This was the first time any woman dared to hit him, the first was Eleanor Sterling, and the second was Clara Thornton.

He had saved her, and instead of being grateful, she had the audacity to hit him.

Thomas unceremoniously threw her onto the sofa. Clara felt dizzy, taking a while to regain her senses.

Thomas, already furious, turned and left.

Clara saw his departing figure and murmured, "Thomas?"

She recalled the earlier scene, and her face turned pale in an instant.

She checked herself and found she was covered with Thomas’s coat while her dress was torn, and her backside still hurt a bit.

Clara’s face instantly became grim.

She was done for; Henry had indeed succeeded. Thomas must have come to rescue her, but he was a step too late.