Chapter 9: The Ferocious Beauty

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"How can this be?" The shocking scene that unfolded before Nicholas left him completely stunned. Sam, a retired special forces soldier recommended by the young master of the Iron Fang Gang, had been taken down with a single kick by Gordon. It was unbelievable. Even Beatrice was blown away by Gordon's amazing kick. She knew how formidable Nicholas's bodyguard was. He had single-handedly defeated five thugs before. After effortlessly defeating Sam, Gordon's expression remained unchanged. He turned to Nicholas, teasing, "Hey Nicholas, are you so broke these days you can't afford a decent bodyguard? Is that why you got this worthless stand-in? How much are you paying him per day? Fifty bucks?" "Worthless stand-in?" Gordon's words hit Nicholas like a punch to the gut, his anger boiling over. This was a high-level bodyguard he had hired for fifty thousand a year. Sam was on the verge of fainting from rage, knowing he would face Nicholas's wrath later. "Beatrice, let's go. If we're late, that restaurant will close. There's no need to waste time with this loser." Despite his fury, Nicholas kept his cool, flashing a small smile at Beatrice and gesturing for her to leave with him, his voice calm and composed. "I already told you, she's not available tonight." Just as Nicholas finished speaking, Gordon's indifferent voice sounded again. "Gordon, who do you think you are to Beatrice? What right do you have to meddle in her business?" Nicholas clenched his fists, speaking through gritted teeth. "She's my wife. Do you think I have no right to care about her affairs?" Ignoring Nicholas's murderous glare, Gordon stood before Beatrice. "Haha... What did you say? Beatrice is your wife? Gordon, you must be out of your mind. What a joke!" Gordon's words were the funniest joke Nicholas had ever heard, and he burst into laughter. "Beatrice, let's go home." Gordon ignored Nicholas, wrapping his arm around Beatrice's slim waist, even giving it a cheeky squeeze as he spoke in a magnetic tone. "Okay." Even though Beatrice didn't want to, she nodded obediently, not to embarrass Gordon. She allowed Gordon to lead her away. "Impossible!" This scene abruptly stopped Nicholas's laughter, leaving him dumbfounded. Could Beatrice be Gordon's wife? Why else would the usually aloof Beatrice let Gordon lead her away? At that moment, Nicholas's mind was a whirlwind of shock and questions. A cold wind blew past, causing Nicholas to shiver involuntarily. His reaction was so comical that it made him look ridiculous. "Gordon, you damned bastard! I won't let you get away with this!" "Beatrice! Tonight I'm going to make you scream for me!" Nicholas thought. He pulled out his phone and quickly sent a message. "Can you take your hand off now?" Beatrice's face was cold as she looked at Gordon, who was smiling broadly. "Can't I hold you a little longer? It's not like it will cost you anything." Even though he hated to lose that soft touch, Gordon pulled his hand back. He was thankful for Beatrice's earlier attitude. Beatrice's expression grew colder, and she glared at him before falling silent. "Beatrice, where are we headed?" Gordon asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Have you been to the Yale Mansion?" Beatrice replied with a question. "I didn't go in. I ran into Cole and Lydia. They said I've been expelled from the Yale family and removed from the family registry," Gordon said, his face darkening. "What are you planning to do next?" Beatrice asked again. "What else can I do? I'll live with you, since you're my wife," Gordon replied confidently. His words left Beatrice feeling uncomfortable, her slight fondness vanishing instantly. No woman likes a useless man. Beatrice said nothing more. She became moody as she hailed a taxi and got in. Gordon, unfazed, followed her inside. In the taxi, they exchanged phone numbers in silence. Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a high-end riverside complex, and Gordon followed Beatrice inside. The building had thirty-seven floors, with two apartments per floor. Beatrice lived on the thirty-sixth floor in a three-bedroom apartment she rented. Gordon lay on the sofa in the cozy, comfortable living room, taking in his surroundings with a smile. "Beatrice, I have to say, your place is quite nice. It has a full river view!" "You'll stay in this room. Don't enter any other room without my permission." Beatrice glanced at Gordon, pointing to a nearby room. She then headed into her own and closed the door. "OK, no problem." Watching Beatrice leave, Gordon nodded. "Beatrice, is that you?" Just as Gordon finished speaking, a soft, sweet voice sounded. In his surprised gaze, the door to the adjacent room opened, revealing a girl with a cute face, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown. She stretched lazily and yawned as she walked out. Her hair was in a ponytail, and her figure was curvy beneath the sheer nightgown. Her ample chest seemed ready to burst through the fabric as she stretched, making Gordon's eyes widen in astonishment. "They are 34E!" Gordon mused. "Pervert!" When the girl finished yawning and stretching, she realized Gordon was watching her. She screamed in surprise. Bang! She grabbed a cushion from the sofa and hurled it at Gordon before dashing back into her room and slamming the door, leaving Gordon bewildered. The girl had assumed Beatrice had returned, but she found a stranger in the living room, which prompted her reaction. "Hello, 911? I want to report an intruder in my room." Gordon could faintly hear her calling the police from inside the room. "What the heck? Who's she calling a pervert?" "What just happened?"

Chapter 9: The Ferocious Beauty

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