Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 882

At the edge of Jindale City, there's this place called Crescent District. It's quite a hike from downtown, all hilly and scenic, making it a paradise for those looking to escape the concrete jungle for a bit of adventure.

After leaving the luxurious Number One Mansion, Keith found himself in a black SUV, zooming towards Crescent District with a determination that could cut through steel.

They pulled up at a crossroads surrounded by mountains, leading up to what was known as a "rural retreat" - a fancy term for a farmhouse turned bed and breakfast. The driver, visibly concerned, glanced at Keith. "Keith..."

Keith's expression was stone-cold. "Stay in the car and keep quiet!"

He stepped out, slamming the car door behind him.

Two burly men, who clearly weren't there to exchange pleasantries, squinted at him from a distance and warned, "The retreat's closed today. Find somewhere else to play."

them and kept

on guard.

the other with a series of brutal punches that left his opponent a bloody mess on the ground. With a chilling calmness, Keith licked the blood from his lip, sending shivers down the spine

of the men, terror-stricken, scrambled to his feet and bolted, dialing frantically. "Call Kellan, we've

a mob armed with machetes emerged, their intentions clear as they faced Keith. "Think

he was among them, a machete in his hand, fighting like a man possessed. He was there to protect what was his, and

raged until a man in a suit and glasses stepped in. "Keith, the boss sent

authoritatively on the ground, unfazed by the chaos. "You need

the woman, headed towards the farmhouse,