The Enigmatic Return novel Chapter 135

Jean had never encountered someone speaking to him in such a manner, and his eyes turned even colder.

It had been a long time since he met someone so ignorant, daring to tell him to scram?!

Behind him, Ian wore an expression that seemed to say he was looking at a dead person, both speechless and indifferent.

This kind of trash dared to act so brazenly in front of Sire? Did he not care about living anymore?

Ian shook his head, averting his gaze, and looked at Neera with a serious expression. "Ms. Garcia, did this idiot crawl out from some rat hole? Is he naturally brainless?"

In this perilous moment, Neera's heart settled as Jean came to her rescue.

Hearing Ian's question, she couldn't help but smile and nodded, giving a sincere reply. "This guy is not just brainless; he's utterly disgusting. Perhaps he's been living in a rat hole for too long, becoming no different from a rat crossing the street."

Zachary was seething with anger at being mocked by these two, and his face turned extremely unpleasant.

His cheeks twitched, and his eyes became bloodshot with rage, resembling a mad dog as he roared, "Neera Garcia, I see you're asking for death! Do you think finding some gigolo will protect you? Let me tell you, not even the heavens themselves can save you today! I'll make you beg for your life and wish for death!"

As he spoke, he exerted more force, dragging Neera ruthlessly.

However, at that moment, Jean's eyes turned as cold as black iron. He raised his leg and delivered a fierce kick to Zachary's abdomen.

Simultaneously, he used his strength to pull Neera into his embrace.

Neera, with no balance at the moment, accidentally bumped into the man's solid chest, and her nose stung a little, causing her to frown.

Yet, she immediately felt the familiar aura enveloping her, a sense of inexplicable comfort that made her relax involuntarily in his arms.

Jean held her waist, asserting his dominance with a powerful aura, and looked down at Zachary with a chilly gaze, coldly throwing out a challenge, "You? Dare to steal from me?"

Initially, this statement seemed somewhat ambiguous, but Neera quickly realized that she was his doctor and, in name, his wife, so she could be considered his "property."

Zachary, still reeling from the kick that left him sitting on the ground, his abdomen in pain, couldn't believe that this insignificant nobody dared to challenge him.

"You dare to hit me?!"

In an instant, he looked at Neera with a bitter and malicious expression, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

"Well, well! I thought you were so virtuous, but it turns out you got married and immediately started messing around with another gigolo! Neera Garcia, you're nothing but a fickle woman, no wonder a few years ago..."

His words were filthy and disgusting, causing Neera's face to turn cold, even if she pretended not to care.

At that moment, she suddenly broke free from Jean's embrace, taking a few steps forward. With a swift motion, she slapped Zachary's face multiple times, putting all her strength into each blow.

"Zachary Fain, who's the one acting fickle here? It was you who broke off our engagement, and then you came crawling back like a dog, begging for attention! Did I ever pay any attention to you? You have no shame, unable to control your desires, so don't blame me for rendering you useless! That way, you won't harm anyone else! Do you want the antidote? Let me tell you... there's no way you're getting it! You'll spend the rest of your life impotent and useless."

Zachary was dumbfounded, experiencing an unprecedented sense of humiliation that made him want to explode with rage.

If he had a knife in his hand right now, he would undoubtedly slash this woman's face without hesitation, savoring each cut as he tortured her!

Coincidentally, at that moment, his assistant, Francis Layton, arrived with his men.

Seeing them, Zachary's spirits lifted, and he immediately shouted, "You all, kill them!"