Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Love at the Wrong Table

Chapter 2258 The Death of Maxwell!

Boom!

Maxwell was wholly stupefied as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

Finished

“You wretched b*tch! You set this whole thing up just to trap me!” he bellowed, pointing at Chiara, who was still lying on the ground.

“I… I—” Chiara hurriedly pushed aside Otto, who was severely wounded and coughing up blood, and scrambled to her feet, trying to explain. But before she could get a word out, Maxwell’s hand swung through the air.

A loud slap echoed through the room.

Chiara clutched her burning cheek, stunned into silence. It was clear–at that moment, guilt weighed heavily on her heart. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have just stood there and taken the hit.

“Don’t you dare hit my woman!”

Gautier, ever the opportunist, seized the moment. Dragging his injured leg, he casually draped an arm over Chiara’s shoulder.

Alas, his words and actions were nothing short of throwing gasoline on a raging fire.

“You son of a b*tch, I’ll kill you both!” Maxwell roared, reaching for his gun. But before he could draw it, Gautier backhanded him so hard that he spun in place before crashing to the ground.

“Chiara Bear was right to do what she did. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man–neither intelligent nor strong.” Gautier sneered. “If it weren’t for the favoritism of your elders in the Zelinsky family, you wouldn’t even be worth a dog’s spit. You’re not even worth Mr. Magnus‘ time!”

Maxwell was still struggling to get up when Magnus strolled over and casually placed a foot on his face. Adjusting his glasses, Magnus smirked. “You never saw this coming, did you, Maxwell? I orchestrated every step of this. Playing dead might fool others, but not me.”

“Magnus, you loser! Kill me if you dare–Ahh!”

Before Maxwell could finish his threat, Magnus pressed down harder, grinding his face into the dirt. His features twisted under the pressure, but it wasn’t enough to kill him yet.

“Miss Chiara was wise not to choose you. You’re weak in every way except for that sharp tongue of yours. Even at death’s door, you still ramble nonsense.” Magnus sneered coldly. “Gautier wasn’t wrong about you. You’re a complete failure. You don’t even understand the simplest truth–that women can be a man’s downfall. Father has been helping you all this time, yet you threw everything away for a woman. I’d love to see the look on his face when your head rolls.”

Chiara’s expression turned complicated as a bitter realization dawned upon her. Are women truly nothing more than a liability in the eyes of men who seek power?

chilling thought crept

Gautier all along? He won’t

“Mag–ugh… you…”

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was pinned so tightly beneath Magnus‘ boot that his words came out garbled

what you want to say. You’re unwilling to accept this, aren’t you? You think killing you will force Father to kill

silent. The rage in his eyes

he realize what kind of person

his father, Chiara, and the elders had kept Magnus in check, suppressing his intelligence and cunning. But now, Maxwell had ignored his father’s warnings, let himself be manipulated, and even lost

laughed. “That useless piece of trash has been strutting around with that d*mn dog of his, acting all high and mighty in front of us for years. I’ve been holding this grudge for too d*mn long. Feels so d*mn

Otto’s grievous injuries, he had used

the next moment, Otto suddenly grabbed Blake’s ankle–then, summoning all his strength, he launched a desperate palm strike straight at

What the hell?!

this at all–he was momentarily

intelligence was useless in the face of brute force. Luckily, in that split second, Blake threw himself

three of them crashed to the

the strength to shout. “Survive! Stay alive no matter what! You’ll eventually outlast

pain wracking his broken body and struggled to

him off, but Magnus raised a

that, Gautier backed

too, wasted no time, standing up and delivering a vicious punch to Otto, sending him hurtling out of

“Otto… ugh… ugh…”

through the window. Rage boiled in his

no escape, he

but all he saw was an endless expanse of night, the cold wind

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