His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 386
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Read Chapter 386 with many climactic and unique details. The series His Destructive, Toxic Love is one of the top-selling novels by Ethan Prescott. Chapter content Chapter 386 - The heroine seems to fall into the abyss of despair, heartache, and empty-handed. But unexpectedly, a big event occurred. So what was that event? Read His Destructive, Toxic Love Chapter 386 for more details.
Fruitless.
He was brutally overpowered by the man.
He dashed into the house and burst into a room that screamed luxury.
Inside, a man with a cigar clenched between his teeth spun around, gripping a beer bottle. He looked up at the intruder, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Who the hell are you? Barging into my turf like this?"
One of his goons rushed in, breathless. "Rick, he's here for that woman."
"Got guts, I'll give you that," Ricardo said, flicking his fingers, signaling his men to back off.
"Where is she? Did you touch her? Give her to me—" Bang!
Before he could finish, a cold beer bottle whizzed through the air and smashed onto his head.
As the bottle shattered, warmth spread instantly.
Blood trickled down from his forehead, quickly soaking his hair and dripping onto the floor, creating crimson splatters.
"Yelling in my place? Do you think this is a damn marketplace?" Ricardo's lips curled into a mocking grin.
He tossed the broken bottle aside and took a deep drag from his cigar.
Spinning around, he settled back into his chair. "Just a woman, why all this fuss? The girl's high, waiting for me. I'm in a good mood, so I'll treat her nicely."
"Did you touch her?" The man's voice was low and taut, like a bowstring about to snap.
Casper unclasped his Patek Philippe watch, slipping it onto his hand, teeth gritted as he advanced, grabbing Ricardo by the collar.
"I'm asking you, did you touch her?"
His eyes blazed with fury.
Bloodshot, he raised his fist, the watch glinting coldly on his knuckles.
"You better not have touched her, or I won't spare anyone here."
Casper harshly shoved Ricardo aside and stormed toward the bedroom, frantically searching for Eliza.
On a cramped sofa, he found her.
She was curled up like an abandoned doll, helpless and fragile like a tightly wound ball of yarn.
Her face was flushed, lips parched, eyes shut tight as if in a deep stupor.
"Val," he called softly.
No response.
Casper bent down, carefully picking up Eliza, and turned to leave.
Suddenly, Ricardo blocked his path, eyes glinting with malice. "You hit me, and think you can just walk away with her? Where do you think you are?"
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