Chapter 1717

Chapter 1717 An Unfazed Summer

I didn’t take the bait, but I also refused to leave. Standing by the road, I waited for John’s men to arrive and drag Ashton back home.

Two minutes later, the sound of tables and chairs smashing sounded inside the club, and some staff began pleading for mercy.

“Mr. Fuller, please spare Wilson’s life. He knows his mistake!”

“Stop it! He’ll die if this goes on. Please…”

“We prepared two accounts to protect Ms. Summer’s club. She’s your daughter! How could you…”

Oh, no!

Dread rose in my heart as I scurried in frantically.

In the dim hall, the only light was shining on the couch that Nathaniel and Rebecca had occupied. On the other side, Wilson Lipward and another male employee had collapsed on the ground, their faces swollen and bruised. Ashton’s shiny leather shoes right beside them caught my attention.

Hearing the noise at the entrance, Ashton turned to glance at me briefly before he gave Wilson another kick.

As his kick landed on Wilson’s jaw, the latter rolled over and hit the bar counter behind him. He immediately lost consciousness.

“Ashton, what are you doing?” I demanded.

Alas, Ashton showed no signs of stopping. He grabbed an empty wine bottle and headed for the other male employee.

“No, Mr. Fuller. Please, don’t do this to me!”

“Stop it!”

Crash!

The wine bottle smashes into pieces upon contact with the employee’s head. He immediately covered his head in pain and rolled about.

As though he was nothing but a bystander, Ashton tossed the remains of the bottle aside and stuck his hands in his pockets before disappearing into a side door.

It was an emergency, so I instinctively went up to hold the wound on the employee’s head and waited for help to arrive.

Silence ensued. There were two sides. One was a bunch of vicious men in black led by Rebecca, and the other was the employees who remained here in the club to repay Summer’s favor. They were huddled in a corner, anxiousness evident in their gaze. It was obvious that they were afraid of ending up as the next target.

As a business owner, the earnings didn’t matter. Once Summer lost the trust of her employees, the business would not grow or even go on for long.

At the sight of the unbothered Summer standing aside, I felt extremely disappointed. My heart ached for her. Perhaps anger had clouded her mind. Alas, she had no idea she was putting her dream at risk.

I couldn’t help but express my disappointment, for Summer was my daughter. “Summer Stovall, are you going to do nothing as your loyal employees get bullied?”

Summer glanced at me. “They deserve to be punished for their deeds. Father did a great job.” Her voice was steady.

“Do you know what you’re talking about, Summer?” I couldn’t believe my ears. Is beating someone up a form of punishment?

This was the first time I’ve ever glared at her sharply. I saw a flash of discomfort in her eyes. She then looked down, refusing to talk to me.

Perhaps she was afraid I’d continue questioning her, for she stood up and left after a brief silence. Her footsteps came to a halt before me. “Mommy, you should go home and take care of Audrey and Greg instead of interfering in someone else’s business.”

With that, she left through the side door that Ashton had entered earlier without looking back.

What was that? A kind reminder, or a blatant threat?

No, that’s impossible. I consoled myself. Macy and I didn’t teach Summer to be a ruthless person who disregards life. There was no way she meant something horrible.

I couldn’t help but wonder why Ashton and Summer had changed abruptly.

I was temporarily befuddled by their unforeseen change.