Kylie was terrified, but angered. "What is that supposed to mean? Release me right now, or when my brother-in-law arrives, none of you can leave unscathed.”
Carl smiled. "You don't get what I'm saying, Ms. Tonkins? Fine, I guess I've been too polite, so I'll cut to the chase. I want to bed you, so I sent someone to capture you." He guffawed, and all his lackeys laughed sycophantically.
Kyle leered. "I heard that many pure and innocent girls like bad boys. I think you might fit the bill, Ms. Tonkins."
Carl sized her up curiously. "You have a point. I think I have to be rougher with you, Ms. Tonkins."
Kylie felt insulted, but still, she held her fury back and warned. "You'd better release me at once. Once my brother-in-law is here, you'll all be in trouble."
We'll all be in trouble? Carl looked at his lackeys, and they laughed again. Yasha grinned at hertoothily. "Your brother-in-law, giving us trouble? Hah!"
Carl smirked arrogantly. "Ms. Tonkins, even if your brother-in-law is here, all he can do is watch while I do whatever I want to you!" Everyone hollered with laughter again, while Kylie trembled with fury and worry.
At the same time, a BMW stopped before the club's gate, and out came Nathan. When he entered the club, a few men in black with walkie-talkies came up to him, looking hostile. The leader interrogated, "Who are you, kid? You look new."
"This club is Mr. Cooper's property and is only opened for VIP. If you're not on our list, you'd better leave now, or we'll—"
Before he could finish, Nathan landed a kick on his head, and before the guard could scream, he was sent flying back a few meters before falling down with a thud. Blood flowed down his face and he lay there, unmoving.
The other guards gasped with horror, then they escaped. "Boss! Someone's here to make trouble!"
Kyle was in the lobby on the third floor when his bodyguards scrambled for him and asked for help. He was terrified and wanted to ask what happened when Nathan sauntered in.
When Kylie saw him, her eyes shone, and she went up to Nathan. "You're here, Nathan!"
Nathan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw no injuries on her. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She nodded. "Look out though, Nathan. These guys might be dangerous."
All the escape routes were blocked, for the Yalemans'elite had surrounded them. Carl was sitting on the chair with Yasha and the Seven Deadly Sins beside him.
He sipped some tea and glanced at Nathan, not taking him as a threat. "You're the one who killed my pathetic excuse of a brother? I've been waiting."
Rating the Translation Will Gain Two Pearls.
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