A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 332

On the way home, Arianne turned to Mark and asked, “You’ve spoken to Jackson right? Why’d he do it?”

Mark told her the truth. “That man is scum. Tell Tiffany to stay away from him.”

She finally understood what happened. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place? I’ll tell Tiffie. But why didn’t you explain this to her straight away? That would have been simpler.”

He stared at her, as if he were looking at an idiot. “Sometimes, being straightforward makes you look like an idiot, didn’t you know? There’s nothing wrong in being tactful.”

It was eleven o’clock at night. White Water Bay Café had closed for the day. Jackson walked into the garage with his car keys in hand. He had just reached his car when a group of men suddenly appeared from the darkness. Ken emerged complacently from behind a Mercedes-Benz. “Hey, as*hole, had fun beating me up?”

Jackson stared at him expressionlessly. “You’d be lying in the hospital by now if someone hadn’t stopped me.”

Ken touched his face, which was wrapped in bandages, then spat onto the ground. “Speak, why did you hit me? I’m not planning on letting you off, but I’d like to know why. I don’t think I’ve met you before. Where did a rotten restaurant owner like yourself find the balls to do that?”

Jackson smirked. “I don’t need a reason to beat someone up. Give me your best shot.”

Ken waved his hand and more than ten men began swarming him. He had hired trained martial artists, because he had previously determined that Jackson was an adept fighter. Hence, he wasn’t careless about this at all.

Regardless of how skilled Jackson was, it was still one against more than ten men. Half an hour later, he had managed to knock down everyone else, aside from Ken. However, he wasn’t that much better off. He could feel that at least two of his ribs were broken, and his left wrist had been dislocated. Fortunately, he was still standing.

Ken stared at him as if he were looking at a monster. “You’re lucky that you’re fierce!”

Jackson wiped the blood off his face and walked towards Ken. “Your turn.”

Ken hobbled into his vehicle and retreated by speeding off in his car. Jackson didn’t run after him. Instead, he leaned against his car and slumped down. Then, he called Mark. He did not immediately call 911 because he was afraid the media and his mother, Summer West, might find out. He did not want to turn this into a huge scandal.

Arianne had just fallen asleep when Mark’s phone rang. He was afraid of startling her, so he answered the phone a second later. He lowered his voice and asked, “What is it?”