Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24 I'm Beautiful

Blanche's heart skipped a beat when she heard they were going to find Louis.

Her eyelids twitched. Hanging on the last shred of consciousness, she itched to flee as soon as possible.

However, her head felt heavy, and her knees felt weak.

"Blanche, hold on. We have to leave now," Erin whispered.

But it was too late. The bodyguards stepped forward to block their way.

"You can't leave."

The flippant man kicked the drunk man sprawled on the couch.

"Get up and call Louis over. His ugly wife made us sick, and we're going to settle the score with him."

"Okay." The latter stumbled to his feet and staggered out.

Louis was in private room No. 1.

After Blanche left, they stopped playing poker and went to the lounge inside.

Louis sat on a white sofa, two buttons at the top of his shirt undone. With his elbows perched on the armrests, he stared at his bandaged arm and furrowed his brow.

Daniel stole a glance at the gauze, feeling embarrassed for his friend. This guy had been the toughest since they were little, but he was bitten by a woman today. It was both frustrating and funny.

"Boss, what is wrong with your wife? What's she like at home? Does she bite people too?" Daniel asked curiously.

Louis looked askance at him.

Embarrassed, Daniel touched his nose.

The movement was heard coming from outside. It was a waiter bringing in a swaying man.

"Mr. Herbart, this man insists on seeing you. He says it's something urgent."

Louis stared at the red-faced man.

"Speak."

The man wavered and pointed at him.

"Louis, your ugly wife made us sick in our private room. You have to come over and compensate us for the mental damage."

Daniel and Nicky were shocked. What did they hear? This drunk man called their boss by his name.

And he called Louis' wife ugly. He was so dead.

"Lou..." Getting no response, the drunk man tilted his body and planned to continue when Louis fell him with a kick.

The pain sobered him up, and he realized he was facing a ruthless opponent. He prostrated himself on the floor and begged for mercy.

"Mr. Herbart, please spare my life."

Louis towered over him, his foot crushing down on the back of the man's hand.

"Which point did you use to point at me?"

"It hurts. Please have mercy."