S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Chapter 245

The thugs sprawled across the ground, their eyes brimming with fear as they looked at Henrik. They hadn’t expected this refined–looking young man to be such a powerhouse, holding his own against them for so long.

But he was just one guy, outmatched and outnumbered, struggling to keep up with their relentless assault, his strength waning.

Sharing a quick glance, the thugs spread out, attacking Henrik from all angles like cowards.

Henrik sidestepped swiftly, dodging an incoming punch, then, quick as a flash, he grabbed the attacker’s arm and twisted it with brutal force.

at an unnatural angle. The man howled in agony, and Henrik kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying,

legs felt like they were made of lead, too weak to muster

head throbbed as if it were splitting open,

nauseous, he shook his head, trying to stave off the sickness. Sweat mixed with blood dripped down, soaking his

bent, but his inherent pride was clear, refusing to bow even with his body

help but feel a surge

holding the bat, approached Henrik, looking down at him.

the deal–I’ll give you a chance. Kneel and beg for mercy,

sticky with blood and sweat, utterly disheveled and vulnerable, yet there was something terrifying about

him.

“In your dreams.”

three words, spat out from deep within, landed with force. Wade saw the scorn and mockery in Henrik’s

his hand

legs tightly, refusing to kneel despite his legs going

if you harm my son, the Irving family will never let you

you can. Just kneel down and kowtow three times to me and my sister, and I’ll

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255