Chapter 64
His thunderous fury was terrifying, as if he might twist someone’s head off at any moment.
“…Who are you? Let go!”
Weber was being choked nearly to suffocation.
Rowan slammed Weber’s head hard against the table with a loud bang, as if his skull had been cracked.
Everyone around was terrified, fearing they might be next.
Garrett Wylder watched with cold eyes, showing no reaction.
Clay watched in alarm, his first thought not being whether Weber might be beaten to death, but whether Secretary Elara, having such a thug–like ex–husband, might have suffered domestic violence.
Rowan grabbed Weber’s head and lifted it up again, murderous intent blazing: “Tell me, where is my wife?”
“I…”
Weber, his face and nose covered in blood, still wanted to say he didn’t know, but after uttering just one word and seeing the expression that suggested he was ready to kill, he didn’t dare continue.
“If you want to die, I can oblige you.”
Rowan’s face was grim, the veins on his forehead indicating his patience was running out.
“…Pll talk, I’ll talk.”
Weber couldn’t take it anymore. Another blow to his head would either kill him or leave him a vegetable.
The hearts of several people in the room who knew the truth jumped to their throats.
Some wanted to speak up to stop him, others took a step forward, but in an instant they were frozen by the most imposing cold gaze in the room.
One move and they’d all be finished.
But letting Weber speak would also finish them all.
The atmosphere became incredibly tense.
“Secretary Elara, she’s… she’s at-”
“What is this!”
Just as Weber was about to speak, a stern shout came from the doorway.
Leo had arrived – it was his voice.
Behind him walked Amelia.
Their cars had arrived at the factory one after the other.
Garrett Wylder turned back with a cold light in his eyes, his displeasure seeming to question: I’m here – is it your turn to speak?
Leo’s heart pounded as he touched his nose and stepped behind Amelia.
Just when they were about to pry open his mouth, being suddenly interrupted by some randorn nobody made Rowan’s anger hot enough to turn this
place into a crematorium.
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I Dumped My Alpha… Now He’s on His Knees
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Chapter 64
He pointed at Leo and told his men: “Drag him out and beat him within an inch of his life.”
Everyone: “…!!”
Seeing that the man’s subordinates were really about to act, Leo ran around the room in terror while several burly soldiers chased him, creating chaos once again.
Amelia was stunned.
Who was this person?
She looked at Garrett Wylder. Clay answered her confusion in a low voice: “This is Secretary Elara’s…”
Considering they hadn’t completed divorce proceedings, and considering that saying ‘ex–husband‘ might make him the next unlucky soul to be beaten by Alpha Ronan, he timidly uttered two words: “mate.”
“Mate? She already has a mate!”
Amelia didn’t care about Leo’s fate at this moment, completely absorbed in this news.
Elara actually already had a mate.
The emotions that had been building up all the way suddenly seemed to have… nowhere to go.
Rowan was entangled by his men, and seeing Weber about to be taken out of the conference room in the chaos, Clay looked urgently at Garrett Wylder: Should we notify our people to bring him back?
Garrett Wylder indicated with his eyes.
Clay understood his meaning and quickly left the conference room.
On Rowan’s side, after ending the scuffle with several thugs, he also led his men in pursuit.
The beaten thugs on the ground also fled through the door with injuries.
The noisy conference room became quiet again.
Someone helped Leo up, both comforting and caring for him.
“Oh my back, that person was too rough. Can’t we just talk nicely?”
Leo supported his back and naturally sat down in a chair.
As if he were the boss here.
The factory and subsidiary people showed expressions of relief seeing their backing arrive.
Garrett Wylder’s face was dark as water.
He wasn’t angry, didn’t speak, just stood there with one hand in his pocket, looking at him with slightly mocking eyes.
This made Leo sweat profusely and sit uncomfortably, finally standing up sheepishly: “Alpha, you sit, you sit.”
“Such prestige you have. Those who don’t know might think you’re the Alpha here.”
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