Chapter 3

At my order, a funeral procession suddenly erupted, carrying funeral wreaths on the red wedding carpet.

Some sang, while some were waiting. The whole ceremony turned chaotic in an instant.

Fabian’s face turned ashen, and he hurriedly ordered his men to dismiss the procession.

Looking thrilled, the florist owner came to me and said, “Mr. Hunt, all your wreaths have been delivered. I’ve even thrown in the full-service package. Are you satisfied?”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Well done. When my buddy gets hitched, I’ll be sure to call you again!”

The owner looked utterly bewildered, while Fabian was struck with the realization that I was behind this, and he trembled in rage.

“You son of a b*tch, Matthew Hunt! I’ll kill you!”

As he spoke, he swung his fist straight at my face.

I caught his wrist, shoved my shoulder into him, and flipped him over cleanly.

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain.

His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit.

I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths.

Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury.

“Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!”

I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

Moments later, Fabian summoned over a dozen security guards.

“Get him! If he dies, it’s on me!”

With that guarantee, the security guards charged at me aggressively.

I took down the first two before using the terrain to maneuver around them. In the blink of an eye, more than half were on the ground.

Fabian watched in panic and was yelling frantically.

“You bunch of fools! Use your clubs! Whoever catches him first will get a hundred grand!”

The bounty turned several pairs of eyes bloodshot. They ripped their clubs off their belts and swung at me with all their might, viciously.

I got careless and took a hit to the leg, stumbling and falling to the ground.

What followed was a barrage of kicks and punches.

They then dragged me to Fabian. Without a word, he slammed two punches into my abdomen, hard enough to make bile rise.

“Weren’t you so cocky just now, Matthew?” Keep going, man!”

He grabbed my hair and landed slaps on my cheeks several times, all while his eyes gleamed with a sick, twisted light.

Just then, Chester handed over a bottle of liquor to him.

Without a second thought, Fabian smashed it onto my head. My vision was instantly blurred by a combination of blood and alcohol.

He spat at me in disgust before standing up to make a call.

“Honey, why aren't you here yet? Someone who’s jealous of me marrying you almost beat me up. You have to stand up for me!”

Tiffany’s cold voice was heard immediately.

“Which blind fool dared to lay a hand on my husband? Get your bodyguards to catch him, cripple him, or even kill him if necessary. I’ll be right there…”

The call ended, and someone couldn’t wait and began to flatter Fabian.

“Brother Fab is indeed fabulous. Even the mighty Ms. Jefferson is completely under your thumb!”

“Ms. Jefferson? She’s nothing. Back when Brother Fab was lending money, he could have any girl he wanted. Now, that’s what I call a good life!”

Flattered and extremely pleased, Fabian felt as if he had returned to the wild days of his youth.

Riding the ecstasy, he grabbed a steel fork and stabbed it into my palm.

The excruciating pain made me howl in agony as cold sweat soaked my entire body.

Seeing that I hadn’t returned in a long time, Maddie had secretly slipped in. The moment she entered, she witnessed this brutal scene and immediately cried out, rushing over.

“Let go of my dad! Don’t bully Dad!”

As she cried herself hoarse, she spread her small hands and shielded me behind her.

With Maddie’s sudden appearance, Fabian froze for a moment before his expression darkened.

“You little brat! Who let you leave the doghouse? Go back at once, or I’ll beat you to death!”

As I saw my daughter trembling in fear and covered in scars, the hatred in me erupted.

I yanked the steel fork from my palm and lunged at Fabian with all my strength, plunging the fork into his chest.

Unfortunately, it managed to penetrate only a third of the way in before Fabian kicked me away.

“You b*stard! Neither you nor your little piece of sh*t here will be leaving alive!”

Fabian vented his anger on me after treating his wounds.

Then, he whispered in my ear, “Matthew, I must thank you. You’ve raised such a fine wife for me.

“Your wife… sure is something else!”