Chapter 399

Arthur suddenly perked up and turned to his bodyguard with a sharp command, “Hit him.” Without a moment’s hesitation, the bodyguard swung his fist straight into Elliot’s face. A cry of pain tore from Elliot’s throat as he stumbled back. “Ah—!” Juliana had never witnessed anyone so unreasonable and brutal. She knew the only one who could stop the bodyguard was Arthur himself. Rushing up to his table, she pleaded urgently, “Tell your man to let my boyfriend go!” “And if I don’t?” Arthur’s eyes glinted with a dangerous red hue, his breath thick with alcohol. “This is my turf. He barged in uninvited—that’s trespassing. If I say he stole something, then he stole something. If I want to hit him, I hit him. What are you going to do about it?” Staring at the drunken man in front of her, Juliana could only think one thing: he was as volatile as a terrorist. “Arthur, please,” she begged, her eyes brimming with tears. “Let him go.” A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “Fine. I’ll let him go—but only