Luke had exerted a lot of strength. Mr. Yach's calf started bleeding.
When she heard Luke's voice, Susan wanted to look up. After all, Mr. Yach had cried out so pitifully. She was very curious about the situation.
Sensing her movement, the man's low voice suddenly traveled over. "Don't move!"
Brad hugged her. The other hand lightly clasped the back of her head, bringing her completely in his arms.
Susan lay in the man's arms and the tip of her nose could vaguely touch his Adam's apple. She blinked. Her long and dense eyelashes brushed past his skin at an unknown angle. In such a warm and safe embrace, she gave up the struggle. She was like a domesticated cat as she listened to the movements with her ears upright.
Mr. Yach was hurt so badly that he couldn't get up. His nose bone was broken and his calf was in so much pain that he was trembling all over. Tony, who was watching by the side coldly for a long time, picked up his phone and looked at the content. He said in a low voice, "Chicago's Yach family. Sam Yach, the only son of William Yach."
"Yach family? Why haven't I heard of them before?"
Upon hearing Tony's words, Luke thought hard. His face was full of confusion.
"Small family enterprise. They currently have thirty supermarket chain stores." Tony said coldly.
Luke was speechless.
No wonder he hadn't heard of them before. They only had thirty supermarket chain stores but dared to come out and be arrogant? Even their family butler was richer than the Yach family!
Sam's voice gradually weakened. The bad feeling in his heart grew stronger.
"Who… who are you?" It had only been a few minutes but they had easily checked his background. Fear gradually took over his rationale.
At this time, the light in the room was still dim. Only two beams from the erotic lamps by the bed were shining.
Luke chewed disdainfully. He squatted in front of him and said in a cold voice, "You don't even know who we are. Who gave you the guts to touch someone of ours here?"
Mike, who was dressed in a tuxedo, appeared at the door belatedly. He turned on the lights to drive away the darkness. Sam squinted at the outstanding people in front of him and he immediately trembled.
"Mr. Madison…"
Sam murmured in a daze. He had forgotten about his pain and started to sweat.
He had probably guessed the identities of these few men before him.
Nobody in Chicago wouldn't know the only son of the Madison family, Luke. He was cunning and never liked to befriend outsiders.
In the circle he was in, his family was considered a top-notch noble family that outsiders couldn't even get a chance to be involved with.
Luke glanced coldly at Mr. Yach's expression of shock and fear. Then, he got up to look at Brad and said in a pleasing tone, "Brad, how should we handle this?"
He had nearly made a big mistake tonight!
He could only try to torture Sam as much as he could now so that Brad would be appeased!
Brad's deep eyes flashed. His thin lips curved into a cold arc. His gaze was cold. "Get rid of the Yach family."
Upon hearing this, Sam sucked in a cold breath of air. Luke nodded. "Don't worry. I'll handle this!"
'Get rid of the Yach family' meant that from today onwards, the Yach family would cease to exist in Chicago!
Brad hugged Susan and turned around. Before leaving, his dark eyes stared at Luke. Luke trembled and his hair stood upright.
He was done for!
Brad was still angry!
As he watched Brad's back view, Luke withdrew his gaze. He was angered when he saw Sam.
He kicked him ruthlessly again. "You're such a scourge! Tell me! Who asked you to do this today? You better explain to me clearly. I might still spare the Yach family this once!"
Upon hearing this, Sam climbed up in a sorry state. His nose was still bleeding and he wrapped the towel around it. Then, he spilled the beans…