After the two attendants had cleaned up Charlotte's vomit, they changed her into a figure-flattering translucent silk nightgown.
Alaric Voss, who was at the side, washed his hands and set up a camcorder on the table across from the bed, directing its lens towards Charlotte as she lay on the spacious bed. Appreciating her curves beneath her nightgown, he approached her step by step. The intensity of his yearning grew as his breathing grew heavier.
Charlotte overlooked the approaching threat as she remained drowsy and tightly closed her eyes.
"Hahaha, beautiful babe, I'm coming!" Voss took off his pants and spewed saliva into Charlotte's mouth as he sprang toward her.
Just then, someone pounded on the private room door, causing it to slam shut and knocked it off its hinges.
Voss spun around in shock and cried out in a furious voice, "Who is it?!"
Even though The Pegasus was his domain, someone did kick in his door. What an obnoxious braggart!
The two renegades at the front of the pack were terrified in the hallway outside. Ethan's kick sent chills down their spines.
Ethan kicked the steel door once, and it flew into the air. The intensity of his kick could kill them, too.
They had the sense to realize they couldn't keep fighting these two terrible men!
After a cursory survey of the room, Ethan felt glad that Voss was still in his briefs and that Charlotte was on the bed in her nightgown.
It's a good thing he got there in the nick of time; no one had molested Charlotte.
"I don't know who you think you are, Junior. Why do you think it's okay to ruin everything for me? Is life becoming you? Voss scowled at Ethan with a menacing expression as if he wanted to tear him to shreds.
Much to his dismay, his evening with the stunning Charlotte was abruptly cut short.
Specifically, Ethan was making a significant disturbance on his property. It was a slap in the face for him!
"It's good you haven't touched her. Elsewhere, you wouldn't be here right now," Ethan remarked stoically.
"You jerk!" In an angry outburst, Voss hurled his palm into the wall and slammed a concealed button. Roughly twenty vicious goons, all auras of menace, swooped in at once.
"Get these two! Let them die out in pain, then smash one of their hands before discarding them!"
When Voss saw that his subordinates had shown up, he became incredibly smug. He sat on the adjacent couch and started smoking a cigar.
Ultimately, this was the punishment that troublemakers would face for causing a disturbance here!
"Hmph, break our hands?" Ethan looked across at the goons and kept his cool, unfazed. His jaw dropped in a snort. Because you enjoy holding hands so much, everyone here will remain. "Dylan, slice their hands in two!"
"Yes, Ethan!" Dylan cried out excitedly. He hadn't had the opportunity to hit someone in quite some time!
He materialized near one of the goons as if he were a ghost. The sharp cracking of bones and the agonizing screams of the henchman whose wrists had been crushed pierced the air before they could make out Dylan's every action.
"Ah! My arms!" The muscular henchman promptly dropped to his knees and broke out in cold sweat as a result of the excruciating pain in his wrists.
A second before anybody else's expressions could change from shock to astonishment, Dylan's figure materialized next to another henchman as if struck by lightning. He was impossible to avoid.
No way!
Crack!
…
The room was filled with the sound of successively smashed bones, and the henchmen started weeping one after the other.
Someone was finally so scared that he wanted to get away, but the horrible, iron-clasped hand of death caught him just in time, crushing his bones as soon as he tried to leave.
"Help! Ah!" Their wretched screams echoed across the air.
The roughly twenty stocky goons collapsed to their knees and started to sob as they clenched their fractured wrists in an instant.
Voss shivered in terror as he looked down at the cigar that had slipped from his mouth. He had lost all courage and confidence and was as white as a sheet. He was visibly shaken, and his legs were limp.
He was at a loss for words as Dylan and Ethan stared at him with icy expressions.
The phone on the table next to Voss started ringing out of nowhere.
'Wastrel of the Reeds!' Ethan scowled as he glanced at the caller ID and saw the words "Brendan Reed?"
"Yes!" In a panic, Voss nodded.
"Answer the call."
Voss, fearing retaliation from Ethan, fumbled with his shaky finger and carefully pressed the response button.
"Mr. Voss, are you done?" Brendan asked. Could you send me some pictures? When the time comes, you're free to treat that woman however you like."
Ethan let out a chilly snort. Seriously, Brendan Reed has no idea what he's doing!
Voss fell in terror at Ethan's snort, which he interpreted as a homicidal snort. He wanted to tear Brendan to shreds with his phone in his hand! This is the most ridiculous idea!
Brendan had him abduct Charlotte as a unique tribute to himself, but instead of having a good time sleeping with her, he provoked two terrifying individuals!
He had lavishly funded his henchmen, but they were all incapacitated before they could launch an assault.
"Have him come here," Ethan said with an air of coldness.
Voss was visibly angry, his mouth clenched. "Brendan, rush over here," he said in a panic when Ethan appeared interested in dealing with Brendan.
Immediately after ending the call, Voss pleaded with Ethan to spare him. "To be honest, I am entirely ignorant. In exchange for me filming and photographing his cousin, that jerk Brendan Reed approached me for assistance and offered to let me sleep with her. I would never have touched this stunning girl if I had known earlier that she was your relative!"
"Mr. Voss, are you looking for me..." As soon as Brendan reached the door, his voice cut out.
He assumed Voss had contacted him to inform him that he was finished and would be handing over the footage and images. The scene before him, though, left him speechless.
As Alaric Voss knelt before someone, the burly henchmen in the room were rolling around on the floor!
Ethan was that individual!