His Eagle Eyes on Me

Chapter 1089

The violent mob was very quickly pushed back.

Avery pushed through the crowd, rushed to Elliot's side, and pulled his rigid body into her arms.

"Elliot! Don't be afraid! They're just a bunch of ignorant thugs! You're not a criminal! You're not!"

Even after the perpetrators were dragged off by the police, the surrounding crowd did not put their

phones away.

The video of Elliot being surrounded and beaten up was quickly spread online.

News like this where someone high and mighty was dragged off their pedestal always caused heated

discussion.

[Oh my god! Is that really Elliot Foster? He looks so miserable! I can't believe he was beaten up by a

crowd in public like that... If I were him, I wouldn’t dare show my face in public again!]

[Did you guys see how he didn't dare fight back? It's proof he really is a murderer!]

[What a relief! The law might not be able to punish him, but everyone carries justice in their hearts.

Death to b*st*rds like him!]

[Wasn’t he supposed to get married today? From the looks of it, the wedding is probably canceled,

were the bride, I'd

Creekview mid-range neighborhood, Nathan was trembling with rage after

of Elliot

him even angrier than when Elliot refused to give him

and son relationship with Elliot, but Elliot

like a punch to him, and he

in Aryadelle. However, how could he just sit around

seeing Elliot being targeted in

Peter coldly after watching the video a few

fight back as he

back with all of those people beating him up?

up before?!" Nathan bellowed at the

one who beat him up... Besides, Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

he got you beaten up before, shouldn't you be

this?"

I be happy?! He's my son! Even if he hit me, he's still my son!" Nathan snapped

"Even the house we're living in right now was bought with his money! He wasn’t willing

a big amount, but if I ask him for small amounts

to me!"

that he is a murderer. He should get beaten up!" Peter

emotional :c+

Nathan landed a hard slap on Peter's face." Shut your

back to Bridgedale if you've got nothing to do here! Take your sister

you pathetic losers

held his sore cheek in his hand, let out a heavy sigh,

his phone and strode to