Filed to story: Mr Williams Madame Is Dying Novel Free Online (Madison & Hunter)
“It seems like you have no intention to apologize to her.” Vince took his phone out, and a look of guilt flashed across Darrell’s face.
“Don’t you dare!” “You can try me, Mr. Darrell,” Vince replied.
The people watching were excited for the show; a show with a surprising plot twist at that! They were curious about what had happened that made Madison so angry that she splashed water at Darrell.
Vince had been putting up with it for a while, and his patience had reached its limits.
Ignoring Darrell’s threat, Vince clicked the video file.
He then put the video on full screen and raised the volume to the max.
Darrell’s provocative voice echoed in the hall, “You look cold, but you have quite a temper.
It makes me curious about something — does your character change this much in bed as well?” Everyone surged into a commotion.
It was clearly harassment! Not to mention that it was directed at his sister-in-law! Everyone wondered if Darrell was a pervert.
Never in Darrell’s dreams had he imagined someone would’ve recorded that scene, let alone reveal it by disregarding the Williamss’ reputation.
Vince had literally torn down Darrell’s facade.
The ladies around woke up from their dream, not expecting such a gentleman to be a pervert.
Janice couldn’t rein her anger in.
Infuriated, she smashed a champagne bottle onto Darrell’s head.
Darrell and Jessica had been doing everything in their power to anger Janice, but it had been in vain.
However, that remark of Darrell alone made Janice lose it.
“I’m gonna send you to hell, you bastard!” she cried.
Darrell’s head began bleeding along his forehead.
Jessica couldn’t keep acting anymore either.
She wanted to use the same method to hit Janice back, but the butler stopped her.
“Kenneth, it was only a tease! Even if he’s at fault, Janice shouldn’t have hurt him! I guess there’s no place for us here.
Darrell, come on! Let’s get out of here!” Jessica exclaimed.
“Fine! Get out of here as you wish! Don’t be a pain in the ass here,” Harold roared.
He wished he could smash Darrell’s head himself.
“I didn’t acknowledge you guys before this, and I never will.
Someone menacing like you doesn’t deserve to be my grandson.” Hearing that, Darrell raised his head with dark eyes.
His malicious gaze stared right at Harold.
“Are you sure, Grandpa?” Darrell’s wound hadn’t stopped bleeding.
The streak of blood flowed down his forehead, making him appear even more evil.
“Since everyone is here, please be our witness.
Laugh at us all you want, but I, Harold Williams, announce that Darrell Williams shall never lay a foot in Williams residence again.
Since you wanna leave, I’ll grant your wish.
Call the butler over.
Pack their things up and throw them out.
That includes Darrell and Jessica,” Harold roared.
Jessica finally came back to her senses.
She was used to controlling other people by putting herself down, yet she forgot about one thing—it was only useful against Kenneth.
Harold resented her to begin with, let alone the fact that Darrell and Jessica kept causing a ruckus today.
They even attempted to force the Williamss to drive Janice out of Williams residence.
It wasn’t something that could be tolerated.
Thus, Harold finally made up his mind.
These kinds of people were like snakes.
No matter what he did, there was no sense of kinship in their bones.
There were only facades and benefits.
Jessica was frantic.
She finally got to enjoy the feeling of becoming Mrs. Williams for the past few days; everyone was at her beck and call.
And now, Harold’s announcement was like a lightning strike upon her, destroying her whole world.
How would she be able to accept such a sudden downfall? Hurriedly, she threw herself into Kenneth’s arms.
“Hubby, I almost passed away from losing too much blood during delivery back then.
I worked hard to raise Darrell, and yet, this is how the Williamss treat us.” “Don’t cry.
I’ve said that both of you don’t have to leave as long as I’m here.
Edmund, call the doctors.
Hurry,” he comforted Jessica while covering his wound with a cloth.
Darrell’s expression had darkened and he had completely lost it because of Harold.
“Grandpa, this is your choice.
Since you don’t want to acknowledge me, don’t blame me for not seeing us as a family.
Do you believe that it just takes a phone call from me to—” Before Harold could say anything, a man’s voice resounded, “It takes a phone call from you to what?” Darrell’s body stiffened and Madison immediately raised her head.
Unbeknownst to everyone, a group of men in suits had suddenly appeared at the entrance.
Kelvin and Brent had obvious wounds on their solemn faces.
They respectfully stood behind Hunter.
Meanwhile, there was a scar on Hunter’s brow.
Hunter’s cold and dominant aura loomed over the place.
Darrell gaped in disbelief.
“How could this be? Didn’t you …” Hunter strode over with an icy expression.
He then picked up the pace and stood right before Darrell in no time.
Hunter reached out and grabbed Darrell’s neck without a word.
In comparison to Hunter, Darrell was thinner.
This put him on the chopping block against Hunter’s attack.
The only thing Darrell could do was to reflexively take a few steps back.
However, Hunter was walking faster and faster.
Noticing that there was some champagne behind them, Jessica yelled, “Stop! Stop right there!” She shouted with all her might, but it was in vain.
Her only hope was Edmund.
“Edmund, stop him!” But Edmund stood still with an indifferent expression.
“Mr.
Hunter is rooting out the bad guys.” His response almost made Jessica faint from anger.
She swayed Kenneth’s arm, pleading, “Kenny, save our son!” However, Kenneth didn’t move a muscle.
“It’s too late,” he said.
As soon as he said those words, there was a smashing sound.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The small mountain of champagne fell just like that.
Like a waterfall, the champagne drenched the duo while the floor got scattered with broken glasses.
Darrell’s back hit a pillar, and dizziness kicked in.
Before Darrell could react, Hunter’s icy voice rang into his ears, “It seems like you didn’t take my warning seriously.” Hunter then casually grabbed a champagne bottle, placing it near Darrell’s neck.
The fragmented glass was close to Darrell’s veins.
“If you don’t learn how to stay low, I can teach you how to do it,” Hunter said.
Seeing that Darrell’s neck was going to bleed, Jessica couldn’t care about anything else anymore.
She ran toward Hunter.
“Hunter, let him go! He’s your brother!” “Brother?” Hunter scoffed and sneered.
“I’ve let him off the hook again and again because we’re brothers, but he kept crossing the line.
Darrell Williams, you had this coming.” Hunter pushed Darrell down.
Darrell knelt on the floor of shattered glasses because he couldn’t withstand Hunter’s enormous strength.
The fragments of glass cut his knees and he shrieked in pain.
Kenneth chimed in to stop Hunter, “Don’t go too far.
Let him go!” Hunter merely spared Kenneth a cold glance and in an icy tone, he said, “You have no right to intervene in the Williamss’ matters.” Withdrawing his gaze, Hunter looked at Kelvin.
“Keep an eye on him.
If he stands up, break his legs.” “Got it, Mr.
Hunter.
What should I do if someone stops me?” Kelvin asked.
That question clearly served as a warning for Jessica.
“Then beat that person up too.” Hunter then approached Madison without looking back.
He walked through the crowd, finally meeting the person he had missed all day and all night.
Without a care for everyone’s gazes, Hunter hugged Madison and whispered into her ear, “Sorry for making you have a hard time.”
Madison’s gastric was killing her, and frustration bubbled up in her due to Darrell’s scheming.
