Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 532: Raymond, You're Finished

If that was the case, he had brought trouble upon himself. Selena remained silent as he raised his chin and said, "Go behind the sofa." This was because Oliver was coming. There was another chair behind the sofa. She felt a bit uncomfortable, but she listened to him and didn't leave. Before long, a unfamiliar male voice could be heard outside. "Raymond, what do you mean by this? How dare you let someone grab me! If grandfather finds out, you're in for it!" Raymond's fingertips held a cigarette as he kicked Oliver in the chest. His combat skills were exceptional, having grown up around the military. There were few people who could match him. Oliver was no match for him, just trash in his presence. This kick nearly pierced Oliver's chest, causing him to spit out blood and his lips turning red. Since the beginning, Raymond had been suppressing his anger. Especially that video, he couldn't bear to watch how Selena's hand was crushed, her eyes filled with despair, and her trembling body. The video lasted only about a minute, but he couldn't bring himself to watch it, almost as if the baseball bat had struck his fingers. Perhaps if it were his fingers, he wouldn't be in such pain. Oliver curled up on the ground, unable to get up, resembling a shrimp. The Montague family prohibited killing each other because the heir had been chosen early on, leaving no opportunity for anyone else. Even if they harbored resentment, they could only do so in secret, never daring to openly harm their own family members. The reason Oliver had the audacity to come was because he believed Raymond wouldn't do anything to him. "Pfft." He spit out blood, mixed with teeth. Raymond's tone, however, remained indifferent. "If your cousin has a problem with me, he can come at me himself." Oliver's eyes turned bloodshot. "I will tell grandfather about this." Grandfather would surely support him! "Raymond, you're done for. You've actually become infatuated with a designer. Grandfather's favorite is that ugly woman from the Fair family. Once he finds out, let's see how he deals with you and this designer you're hiding!" "Hahaha, just you wait!" Oliver's face swelled up from the blow. Raymond slowly crouched down and confidently placed his leather shoe on Oliver's chest. "Cousin, the Montague family has a business deal in northern Burma. I have already booked your plane ticket for tonight. I will personally inform grandfather of the reasons, and I believe he will agree." Oliver once again spit out blood, this time from being scared. He could tell that Raymond was serious, actually planning to discreetly send him out of the country. Wasn't it just a woman? Why was Raymond so concerned about her?

His pupils suddenly contracted, "Raymond, you can't be..."

Before he could finish, Raymond's leather shoe stomped on his face, as if he was some disgusting piece of garbage.

"Cousin, remember to change for the better over there. When I am satisfied, I will release you."

Oliver felt nothing but humiliation, his eyes turning crimson. He struggled desperately, but in vain.

He was originally on his way to have dinner with Olivia, about to meet his goddess, but he was brought here by Raymond's men.

"Let go of me..."

His mouth kept bleeding, his teeth clenched tightly.

Just as Raymond was about to have Oliver taken away, his phone rang. It was a call from Grace.

"Aunt."

He pressed the answer button but didn't remove his foot from Oliver's face.

There was silence on Grace's end for a few seconds before she asked, "What did you do to Oliver?"

Raymond narrowed his eyes, "What my aunt said, I don't understand."

clueless. No matter what Oliver did wrong, he is your cousin. If I don't see him tonight, I will immediately

annoyed and kicked

coughed up blood and cried for help,

heard it too, and her

you only had a transaction with her? If

Oliver's voice, she knew

him, at least spare his life. Otherwise,

had no choice but to have his men

and he couldn't stand

sentence he had just wanted to say was, "Raymond, could

although Oliver had suffered through such torture,

about Raymond's concern for the

people hiding in the

take that

waiting for her for

never done such

thought you would end up like this..." Oliver repeated this sentence over and over as he was being helped down, but his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't see

looked at the cigarette in his fingertips and casually flicked it into the nearby

sweaty, especially when she heard the sounds of

how brutal it was without even going out

calm had returned inside the room, she finally stood

the window, and the

was a pool of blood on the floor next to him, and everyone else had already