Chapter 924

That was impossible. Wilhelmina was proud and had her doubts about Jack. But she respected strength, especially in those who could protect her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen head over heels for the man. He wouldn't have left such a lasting impression. It seemed, though, that the change in perspective on Jack was too late. The hatred between them ran too deep, leaving little hope for reconciliation. As the bodyguards froze in shock, Jack strode straight up to Nelson, grabbing him by the collar with an icy smirk. "Feeling pretty proud with your little army here, are you?" "W-What do you think you're doing?" Nelson stammered, trembling in fear. Jack tightened his grip around Nelson's throat and slapped him—hard—over and over. Soon after, Nelson's face was so swollen it looked like a puffy roll. "Hurry up! What are you idiots just standing around for? Are you going to let Mr. Cadwallader get beaten to a pulp?" a lackey shrieked from the back, urging the bodyguards for