Chapter 413: Kneeling on the Ground to Beg for Mercy
The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray
Cheyenne was so angry that her eyes reddened. Just as she was about to say something, Lucas suddenly took her hand and said softly, âForget it, Cheyenne. Donât bother arguing or getting upset over such people.â
Cheyenne instantly felt extremely aggrieved and held Lucasâs hand while saying apologetically, âHubby, Iâm really sorry. Itâs all because Iâve been too simple-minded and brought you to this dinner. Now, things have escalated to this point... I didnât expect Nikki to be so... vicious despite being my cousin. She doesnât care about kinship at all...â
Lucas put his arm on Cheyenneâs shoulder and stopped her from continuing to blame herself. He said softly, âHoney, theyâre vile because itâs their nature. Itâs not your fault. You donât have to reproach yourself because of what theyâve done.
âYou donât have to worry either. Iâve told you before that I will protect you for the rest of my life and will never let you get hurt in the slightest. I will keep to my word and fulfill my promise. These people canât do anything to me. Trust me!â
Lucasâs tone was full of confidence, as if he was an indomitable person who would never let anything stop him or beat him down. His words put Cheyenneâs mind at ease, and she felt much safer.
Indeed, Lucas would appear in front of her to protect her during every single dangerous encounter she had had in the past few months. He protected her all the time like the strongest shield.
Not only did he protect her, but he also protected their daughter, Amelia; her sister, Charlotte; and her father, William. They had all escaped various close shaves with death again and again all thanks to Lucasâs help.
Moreover, Lucas had never failed to keep his promise. Since he told her not to be afraid, they would definitely be safe and sound!
Cheyenne smiled sweetly and nodded. âYes!â
Her smile was an eyesore in the eyes of Nikki and Kenneth.
When Nikki saw the displeasure on Kennethâs face, she immediately shouted furiously, âYou really donât know any better! Kenneth, tell your bodyguards to break this bastardâs limbs immediately. Letâs see if he can still be arrogant then!â
With a hostile expression, Kenneth looked at the two bodyguards behind him. They understood his instructions and immediately stepped forward to charge toward Lucas.
Bang!
Suddenly, the door of their private room slammed open. Wayne and the other scions standing by the exit to block it were almost hit by the door that was suddenly kicked open.
âDamn! Which ignorant bastard has the guts to kick our door?!â Wayne and the others immediately cursed loudly.
But the next second, they fell silent because a large group of people barged in from outside.
The leader of the group was actually the drunkard they had just beaten up for mistakenly entering their private room!
But that wasnât all. To their utter astonishment, the large group of people behind the drunkard were all very familiar to them!
âDad, what are you doing here?â Wayne asked, dumbfounded and staring at a middle-aged man standing at the back of the crowd.
âDad, how come youâre here too?â
âHuh? My father is actually here as well!â
...
All of a sudden, Kennethâs friends spoke up one after another as they stared at their own father among the crowd, overwhelmed with shock.
W-whatâs going on?
Tyron Benson, the young drunkard whose face was swollen from being beaten up, was now standing beside his father, Matthew. He pointed at the scions and yelled viciously, âDad! It was these bastards who surrounded me and beat me just now!â
As soon as he said this, the helmsmen of the various top families of LA standing behind Matthew felt their hearts tense up.
The people Tyron was pointing at were their sons!
Was it these incompetent bastards who just beat up Matthew Bensonâs precious son?
Oh my god!
They originally wanted to help Matthew punish the ignorant and daring bastards who beat up Tyron. But in the blink of an eye, their sons were in trouble instead!
It was too awkward!
Matthew already guessed the truth as soon as the scions started calling the people around him their father.
He glanced at the surrounding family helmsman who had awkward expressions and gibed sarcastically, âHah, I was wondering who in LA would have the guts to beat up my son so badly, but it turns out theyâre your good sons!â
The helmsman suddenly had a drastic change in expression because Matthew, the head of the Bensons from San Francisco, was a big shot they couldnât afford to offend!
It was especially so because the Bensons were backed by a behemoth like the Cole family. If the Bensons wanted to destroy them, it would be a piece of cake for them!
They glanced at each other, their hearts palpitating in fear. They each grabbed their son and roared, âBastard, all you do is cause trouble for me! You really have guts today. How dare you beat up Mr. Tyron Benson?! Hurry up and come here to apologize to him!â
Tyron was Matthewâs one and only precious son, yet their sons ganged up and beat him up! Thus, the fathers of these scions could only make their incompetent sons apologize to Tyron to seek his and Matthewâs understanding. Otherwise, they would be in for a hard time!
The scions who had hit Tyron earlier were all dumbstruck.
No matter how foolish they were, they finally understood now that the drunkard they had beaten up turned out to be the scion of a powerful and esteemed family. At the very least, he had a higher status than them!
Besides, their fathers already said Tyron was a Benson, so they wondered if it was the Bensons from San Francisco!
Everyoneâs hearts dropped, and their faces immediately turned ashen!
Weâre finished.
They were in deep trouble!
Who knew that the drunkard who had barged into the wrong private room would be the scion of the Bensons from San Francisco?
âMr... Mr. Tyron, Iâm sorry! We didnât know your identity just now, so we offended you. Please forgive us!â
âYes! Mr. Tyron, we didnât mean it! Iâm really sorry! Are you... severely injured? Iâll accompany you to the hospital right away for a checkup!â
âMr. Tyron, Iâm so sorry! We just drank some wine and lost our composure. We really didnât mean to beat you up!â
...
Just now, these scions had arrogantly demanded Lucas get on his knees to apologize and learn how to crawl and bark like a dog. But all of a sudden, they were now doing so themselves. They all scrambled to kneel in front of Tyron and beg for his forgiveness.
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