Chapter 620 No Weaknesses Edson looked proudly at the scene. Even though danger might be looming ahead, he had no regrets.
Witnessing Brandenâs anger was not something an ordinary person could achieve. He provocatively looked straight at Branden.
He was fully aware of what a man could not tolerate and was challenging Brandenâs limits.
The situation reached a stalemate, and a fight was about to erupt.
Suddenly, Catherine, who had been silent on the side, picked up a crab, snapped off a leg, and casually brought it to her mouth.
Seeing her nonchalant demeanor, Edson was taken aback, exclaiming, â Cassie...â
Catherine disdainfully glanced at him and retorted, her tone cold and sharp, â Stay out of my business if you donât understand me. Shut up and mind your meal.â
She casually placed a crab on Brandenâs plate in front of him. âCrack open it for me.â
Branden said nothing, gladly taking the crab and expertly extracting the meat. Edson, puzzled and angered, questioned Branden. âSheâs allergic, and youâre cracking open it for her?â
Without Catherine explaining, Branden raised his eyes and stared at Edson coldly. âYou think what you know would be true?â
Who was Catherine? She had undergone countless hours of training. Branden used to train with her on the same island. Even though many things were unknown to others, Branden knew them very well.
People like them couldnât afford to have vulnerabilities. If the enemy knew, it would be the most dangerous thing.
He was in the same category as Catherine. If he had such a weakness, he would either guard the secret tightly or eliminate the weakness entirely. He was sure Catherine felt the same way. If anyone knew about this weakness, Catherine would make that person disappear for good.
Brandenâs hands moved swiftly, and the sharp knife expertly navigated the crab.
Soon, the crab meat was perfectly separated. He placed the dish full of crab meat in front of Catherine, drizzling it with the restaurantâs special sauce.
The aroma of crab wafted, and Catherine scooped a spoonful into her mouth. âNot bad!â She gave a casual comment.
Brandenâs lips curled up slightly when he saw her enjoyment, his eyes revealing affection. âHave more if you like it.â
Edson, observing Catherineâs actions, realized Branden wasnât lying.
Their deliberate display of affection further fueled his anger. He squinted his eyes, unable to conceal his frustration, and glowered at Catherine. âYou lied to me?â
Catherine coldly chuckled, lifting her gaze to Edson with a scornful look. â You just donât understand me.â
The simple sentence was like a massive slap in Edsonâs face. Catherine was right; it wasnât her problem, but Edson simply didnât understand her.
Once, she did have a slight allergy to crabs. Eating crab roe would make her itch all over, extremely uncomfortable. But when she discovered this weakness, she locked herself in her room and crazily consumed crab roe.
A person like her couldnât afford to have weaknesses. After enduring for three days and nights, she forcibly got through it. With Thomasâs treatment, as long as she didnât eat large amounts of crab roe, her body wouldnât react.
Edson didnât understand her, but Branden did. She absolutely couldnât allow others to know her weakness. If Edson knew, then that weakness would cease to exist.
Observing the dumbfounded and unpleasant Edson, Branden chuckled lightly. âMr. Edson, the crab tastes good today. Would you like some more?
âHmph!â Edson threw down the napkin and angrily left. If he stayed any longer, he would only become a laughingstock.
As Edson left, Branden glanced at Paxton.
Paxton had long been holding back his anger. âHow dare this red-haired guy challenge Mr. Duncan? Does he think the Duncans are that easy to bully?â he thought. He nodded silently and followed suit.
Catherine saw this scene but remained silent. Edson had nothing to do with her. He overestimated himself and sought his own demise. Catherine couldnât be bothered with him.
Edson, fuming, left the restaurant and headed to the VIP parking lot on the basement second floor. His departure today was unexpected, a last-minute invitation from Branden. So, he only brought one driver with him.
The driver was waiting for him in the underground parking lot. Edson furiously descended and was ready to let off some steam.
His exclusive car was parked at the elevator entrance, and Edson saw it as soon as he came downstairs.
But to his surprise, the driver didnât immediately notice him and didnât get up to open the car door for him.
Anyone who could be his driver was exclusively trained and could not possibly make such a mistake. Edson paused, looking toward the driverâs seat. The driver was still there, seemingly asleep.
For others, this might seem inconsequential, but not for Edson. He immediately sensed something was wrong and prepared to go back upstairs.
But just as he turned around, everything went black in front of him. He was agile enough to try and dodge to the right, but the other party had seen what he was trying to do and moved a little faster than he did.
Edsonâs head remained covered, and he was unable to discern anything. Then, a rain of fists descended, brutally pummeling him.
At first, Edson endured in silence and fought back. But those people were like crazy. Seeing that he didnât say anything, they hit him even more fiercely.
As the beating intensified, Edson finally couldnât hold on and shouted for help.
Unfortunately, this was a top-notch VIP parking lot, usually deserted. Now, there was no one to hear Edsonâs cries.
No matter how desperate Edsonâs pleas were, no one came to his rescue. In the end, Edson was beaten to the ground, completely unconscious, and only then did the attackers stop.
Once Edson collapsed, Paxton, the one leading the assault, slowly walked out. He raised his foot and kicked Edson a couple of times.
Then, he instructed his subordinates, Strip him naked and tie him up. Then take him to Whispering Joy Street.â
âOkay!â The subordinates did not dare to hesitate and immediately followed orders.
Whispering Joy Street was a place hidden in the depths of Loxton, a red- light district for those without means.
The women there were far from glamorous, and anyone with some capital wouldnât come here. Since Edson was such a libertine, then this was a good place for him.
Watching Edson being dragged away, Paxton took the cigarette from between his lips and ruthlessly extinguished it in the nearby ashtray.
He said inwardly, âDonât blame us for being too ruthless if youâve got the nerve to disrespect Mr. Duncan.â