Chapter 75 Going To Divorce Him
A sudden commotion arose with angry yells embedded in it.
Lana frowned slightly before a sneer was formed on her face. After giving it a thought, she walked aside and hid behind the curtains to see what the bully was up to.
The door was suddenly kicked open in the next moment. Soon, a topless middle-aged man sauntered into the room. Nine dragons were tattooed on his rather short and plump body. He had a bowl cut and looked like someone one would not mess around with.
He was Finnegan Scott, Faye’s father as well as Rafe’s father-in-law.
As soon as he entered the room, he eyed Rafe on the bed viciously. “You bastard, I think you have a death wish!”
Rafe shuddered after hearing Finnegan’s voice and immediately wanted to sit up on the bed.
Faye charged forward from behind Finnegan and pointed her finger at her husband. “I want to have a divorce, you bastard! But before that, let me make you a cripple first!”
Finnegan pulled over a chair casually and crossed his legs after he sat on it. Then, he glared at Rafe icily. “I can’t believe that you have the guts to ask Donald to hit my daughter!”
“Faye went overboard this time,” Rafe explained.
After Finnegan heard that, his eyes immediately became so wide that his eyeballs were almost bulging out. He suddenly stood up and ran to Rafe to give the latter a slap.
In an instant, five red fingermarks appeared on Rafe’s cheeks, and blood flowed out from the corner of his lips. He could not stop himself from looking at Faye, only to discover that there was neither sympathy nor love on her impassive face.
Is she the woman whom I call my wife for several years?
Finally, a look of utmost exhaustion overtook his face. He grew silent for a moment before he asked, “In that case, let’s get a divorce.”
“Of course, we are going to do that! Not just that, but you also have to give back every single thing of our belongings! Before the divorce, I will also break one of your legs!” With that, Finnegan lit a cigarette.
Faye chimed in, “No, I won’t let you have a divorce so easily. Where is Donald? Ask him to come here! I want to kill him!”
Rafe could not help but raise his voice as he uttered, “That’s enough! Leave him alone, and just take all your anger out on me!”
“Hey, since when have you started speaking up for yourself?” Finnegan inquired in a confused tone.
The fat on Faye’s cheeks jiggled as she trembled in anger. “This useless man is still thinking of helping Donald at such times! Not only is he useless in bed, but he is also useless in everything right now!”
Finnegan ordered, “Make Donald come here. Otherwise, I’ll break both of your legs today!”
Rafe closed his eyes and remained silent, preparing to take everything alone.
“F*ck you!” As Faye’s anger flared up, she walked over and landed a kick on his waist.
Even though Rafe grimaced in pain, he still remained silent.
A blond man standing at the back suddenly charged toward him and placed a dagger on Rafe’s throat. “Ask Donald to come here immediately. Otherwise, I’ll make him a cripple!”
Just as Lana was about to reveal herself to resolve the situation, a man suddenly walked into the room and leaned against the doorframe as he watched everything indifferently.
Frankie had arrived.
“How impressive,” he commented coldly without any expression on his face.
When Finnegan, Faye, and the blond man turned around, they immediately shuddered.
After all, Frankie was the nephew of the South Prince, Zayne.
Technically speaking, Frankie was Finnegan’s superior.
Finnegan started off his business with construction projects. He was handling some ongoing projects at the moment, such as trenching and excavation, and many of his businesses relied on Zayne.
Hence, he dared not offend Frankie at all.
Even if he was not relying on Zayne, he dared not offend Zayne himself.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Yates.” Finnegan immediately put on an ingratiating smile. “Are you here because of Stanley? Don’t worry. My daughter is going to divorce Rafe. In fact, we are going to do that immediately. We have no relations whatsoever with him, and I’m actually planning to break one of his legs!”
