Chapter 4 - Chad Struggles To Stand Up From The Sofa
Chad groaned loudly as he clutched his bruised right shoulder, slowly pushing himself up from the deep cushions of the velvet sofa.
His burgundy silk shirt was torn at the seam, exposing the arrogant sweat beads beading across his flushed, humiliated forehead.
“Dad! Don't just stand there listening to her insane ramblings! Have your guards drag her out into the street right now!” Chad screamed.
The two massive bodyguards in black suits tensed their shoulders, stepping forward with heavy, threatening strides toward Elena.
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Elena didn't blink or step back; she merely raised the steel golf club to her shoulder with practiced, lethal precision.
“Take one more step toward me, and I will break every bone in your bodyguard's legs before your next breath,” she warned softly.
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