Christopher Hart had never imagined that soone like him, so high and mighty and unrivaled, would ever experience such an embarrassing and awkward mont.
The man standing in the room, though never before seen by him, was soone he could more or less guess the identity of.
Benny Palr had ntioned that on the day this foreigner arrived, that woman had spent the night with him in a hotel.
And now, he had even shown up at her house.
A man and a woman alone together in a room, regardless of what they did or did not do, the re fact was enough to ignite jealousy and rage in his heart.
—Especially since after he had already clearly expressed his feelings, the woman still acted this way, as if she completely disregarded him.
The two n faced off in silence for a good ten seconds, the air thick with tension, as if swords were drawn.
Then, it was Kane who broke the silence first, "Hello, may I ask who you’re... looking for?"
His Chinese was not standard, sounding like a mix of dialects from various regions, almost comical.
But Christopher, with a raging fury in his heart, couldn’t care less to mock him.
Ignoring the other man’s words, he entered the room with a cold face, shoving aside the foreign man blocking his way.
Kane, caught off guard, was pushed against the wall by Christopher’s forceful hand.
However, he reacted swiftly, and before Christopher had completely stepped through the entrance, Kane’s long arm stretched out to catch his rival’s shoulder.
"Stop!" he reverted to his mother tongue, and his tone beca much more intense, "This is not your territory!"
"Get lost!" Christopher’s face grew darker as he turned and shoved hard.
But this ti, Kane was prepared, and despite the strength in Christopher’s shove, his hand held firm on his rival’s shoulder.
The two n squared off, and within three rounds, they were unceremoniously grabbing at each other’s collars.
"Are you Christopher Hart?" Kane struggled with the Chinese na but managed to say it.
"Is Christopher Hart a na for you to call? Where is that woman? Call her out!"
In the room, Alia Garcia had just finished showering and was wrapping her hair, not even fully dressed yet.
Upon hearing the noise outside, she was initially puzzled, almost thinking it was an illusion.
Hadn’t she asked Kane to go upstairs to accompany the kids?
Why were there still sounds in the living room?
Very soon, the voices beca stranger, like a fight, with angry shouting from more than one person.
She froze for a second, then her face dramatically changed color, and without properly dressing, she hurriedly threw on a bathrobe, tying the belt as she rushed out.
"What are you doing! Stop!"
The scene that t her eyes was completely unexpected, unbelievable!
Although Kane had indeed ntioned beating soone until they were looking for their teeth on the ground—she hadn’t wanted to see it actually happen.
The mont the main character made her entrance, the fighting n paused their movents and simultaneously turned their heads.
The next second, Christopher’s fury intensified!
At this ti of day, why was she taking a bath?
Could it be that she was really fooling around at ho in broad daylight?
With that picture involuntarily forming in his head, Christopher’s jealousy surged like a flood, and turning back, he grabbed hold of the foreign man in front of him, wishing he could kill him!
With a fierce punch, Kane cried out in pain as though his jaw was about to fall off, staggering back and crashing into the sofa.
Christopher advanced toward the woman with overwhelming anger.
Alia Garcia, shocked and frightened, widened her eyes and kept retreating, "Christopher, you—ah! What are you doing!"
With a face full of rage as if he was the Hell Rakshasa, he walked up and grabbed the woman’s bathrobe collar, yanking it roughly in the middle.
Damn woman!
Running out dressed like this! Was she trying to kill him with anger?
President Hart, consud by jealousy and having lost his reason, hadn’t considered that if the two were really intimate, the person who should be even more careful around him—the "third party"—would be himself.
He even went up to adjust her neckline, afraid she might expose herself, oblivious or uncaring of propriety!
Alia also realized the situation and imdiately blushed from her cheeks to her ears.
In her rush to co out, her attire was indeed inappropriate, especially with his hand pressing down right on her chest...
"Let go!" A surge of hot blood rose within her, and she glared at the man in embarrassnt and anger, covering her chest with both hands and twisting her body to dodge his touch.
Christopher Hart looked at her reaction and then at his own hand, and suddenly realized he had accidentally offended her; his handso face flushed with heat, and his ears inevitably reddened.
But thinking about what she had done, the man’s anger flared again.
"What, you’re not afraid when you sleep with him, but now you suddenly feel ashad?"
"Christopher! You—" Alia was so angry tears almost fell, just about to shout "You’re talking nonsense!" when sothing crossed her mind, and she changed her tone, "That’s none of your business! Who are you to ?"
On the other side, Kane spat out a mouthful of blood and with a burst of courage, struck back with a fierce swing of his fist.
Christopher Hart grunted as the punch made him stagger and turn.
Alia watched and felt the pain.
"She is my woman! Make that clear!" Kane pointed at him and declared dominantly.
"Your woman?" Christopher Hart touched his injured lip, hooked a cold smile, and shalessly asked, "Do you have any proof?"
Alia frowned at him, seriously questioning her life choices.
Was he out of his mind?
He had the nerve to ask such a shaless question!
"Christopher Hart, that’s enough! I’ve said it before, I don’t want to be involved with you. You harass my ho over and over, have you no sha?"
"If you didn’t want to be involved with , you shouldn’t have appeared before in the first place, saying it now—too late!"
"You’re a bandit, a ruffian!" Alia trembled with indignation.
The man stared at her, his gaze inadvertently drifting over her neckline that had fallen again, his eyes darkening instantly.
"First go change your clothes, I’m not happy thinking about so random man getting a free show!"
"You’re the random man, understand?"
"Oh? So, he really is a guest in your ’tent’?" Christopher Hart didn’t even look at Kane, pointed with a finger, his eyes forbiddingly dark as he stared at Alia.
"Watch your words! He is my boyfriend!"
"Is that so? Well, today I’m going to turn him into your ex-boyfriend." As President Hart finished speaking, he picked up a bar stool and headed towards Kane.
Alia’s face drained of color in fright!
"Christopher Hart!" She charged forward, placing her body in front of the madman. "What will it take for you to leave alone!"
She used all her strength to block him, looking up, her eyes brimming with tears and hatred.
Christopher Hart looked down at her, and for a mont, the eyes before him perfectly overlapped with those in his mory.
The woman in his mories also looked like this when she cried...
He beca infatuated, and without thinking, he lifted his other hand, caressing the woman’s cheek, murmuring softly, "Don’t cry..."
The next second, with a "bang," Alia scread in fright as the man before her staggered and collapsed—
Kane stood to the side, holding a baseball bat.
Looking down at his unconscious rival, he snorted coldly and spat, "You’re way out of your league in fighting with !"
It took a full ten seconds for Alia to co to her senses, and she exclaid in anger and pain, "Who let you knock him out! This is Z country!" Not on his turf!
"So?" The man shrugged, indifferent.
Alia felt like she was going insane!
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