Chapter 17

Her sight blurry, Christina Williams was still not convinced that the man by the door was Michael Larson. All she knew was that she would never forget that voice as long as she lived.

A sense of superiority surrounded him as he stared coldly at the private room without a slight hint of emotion underneath his eyes.

She closed her eyes as tears flowed out from their corners. She would rather be raped than let the man see how downcasted she looked right now.

“President Larson? What brought you here?” Mr. Carter stood up from the couch as he looked at Michael. A smug look immediately overcame his face.

Michael gave a light reply, “Why’re you messing around in my territory, Mr. Carter? Don’t you owe me an explanation?”

Michael had never interfered with his business and the way he spoke was still cold as usual. There was nothing weird about it.

It was just that he used to take advantage of other women here before. Michael Larson had never stood up for any of these women, so why now?

Mr. Carter instinctively turned his head and cast a glance at Christina, who was lying on the couch. “Is this your woman, Master Larson?”

“No,” Michael replied indifferently.

Upon hearing that, he gave a sigh of relief. “This woman doesn’t know her place, Master Larson. I’m just teaching her a lesson.”

“I told you that this is my territory!” Michael repeated himself as his tone became harsh.

Mr. Carter knew that something was wrong. He was unhappy about it, yet he knew that Michael was not someone you could mess with. Keeping that in mind, Mr. Carter glared at Christina furiously.

“Don’t ever let me see your face again or I’ll kill you, woman!”

Upon saying this, he left with his men.

Noticing how disheveled Christina looked, Michael frowned, his voice crystal clear as he said, “Master Carter had already left. Why’re you still here?”

Christina held back her tears as she lowered her head. Trying to put on her clothes, she noticed that they were so ripped that she could no longer cover herself with them.

Pointless to do anything anymore, she wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth and walked out of the room.

As she passed by Michael, he said, “There’s a limit on how low a person should stoop, Christina. I hope you learn what self-love is today.”

He was obviously trying to mock her. As anger filled in her head, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Not expecting to be struck, Michael did not flinch as the slap landed hard on his face.

Christina’s palm became numb and it started to hurt. She was about to turn and walk away when Michael grabbed her by her wrists. “Don’t think of leaving after you hit me.”

Michael’s face stung both from the slap and in anger. After all, he had just saved her. It was one thing to be ungrateful, and the other to hit someone. Did she really think she could get away with it?

With a violent yank of his hand, he pulled her into his arms and raised her chin. As she looked into his eyes, he realized how hers had been full of hate.

Michael was annoyed with the look in her eyes. How dare she hate him? Who gave her the right to hate him?

Frustration overtook him as he pressed hard into her chin. He knew it had hurt as her pale skin turned into a bright red. Gritting her teeth hard, she tolerated the pain and did not make a single sound.

She punched against his chest and kicked his leg in protest. Although it had hurt, Michael, too, tolerated the pain and did not let her go.

“Bang!”

Once again, the door to the private room swung open as Matthew Henderson stood still with a cheeky smile on his face. “Hmm, so it’s President Larson!”

Matthew had drunk a lot that night. He noticed that Christina had not returned and decided to look for her outside. Instead of Christina, he found Michael flirting with a woman in his arms.

Didn’t Michael mock him for being a playboy? He was just the same!

This was the golden opportunity to get back at Michael. He was about to jeer at Michael when he stopped in his tracks. Looking closer, he realized that the woman in his arms was Christina.

His facial expression changed as rage rushed to his head. “How dare you touch my woman, Larson!”

Throwing his punch against Michael, the man staggered back as he let go of his grip on Christina.

Although Matthew was slightly drunk that night, he still knew how to fight. Michael remembered that he used to make fun of Matthew by saying that he had wasted all his energy on women and sex rendezvous. He soon realized that Matthew was quite an impressive fighter, and was not as bad as what the rumors said.

Michael winced in pain as Matthew’s punches crushed against his body. However, the pain was nothing compared to what Matthew had said earlier on. Was Christina really his woman?

He felt discomfort all around his body as soon as Matthew had said that. Hell, it felt even worse than being in a fight. Aiming his knuckles against Matthew’s face, he punched hard without mercy.

Matthew took a step back from the punch and almost bumped into the wall behind him. Seeing that, Christina rushed over and quickly lifted him up.

Powerful and influential, the men had a reputation to uphold and a fight like this would make things look really bad on their end.

Noticing the ragged clothes Christina was wearing and the slap mark on her face, fury overtook him once again as he gave her his jacket to cover her body. Raising his fists, he aimed for Michael’s face, ready to punch.

“How dare you hit her, Michael Larson? Even if I wanted to, I would never lay a finger on her, yet you hit her!”

Matthew lost it as he punched Michael like a mad psycho. Ignoring the bruises on his body, he hit the other man hard as the two intertwined in a messy fight.