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Chapter 381:

Once, unaware of Huntley’s identity, the manager of the club had directed the security team to intervene.

But when he learned who Huntley was, a flicker of unease crossed his face, and the guards also froze in their tracks. Huntley’s eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction at their hesitation.

“I got beaten up in your establishment. Aren’t you going to handle this?” he said, addressing the manager but locking eyes with Wyatt, his gaze seething with venom.

Hearing Huntley’s words, the manager felt trapped. He knew the Figueroa family’s influence, but Wyatt’s power carried an even heavier weight. He couldn’t afford to offend either of them.

After a moment’s thought, the manager decided to order the guards to remove Huntley. After all, Wyatt had more power than the Figueroa family. But before he could act, Wyatt delivered a swift kick to Huntley’s stomach, sending him crashing into the wall.

𝘕o𝘷𝖾𝘭ѕ i𝗇 𝘁r𝘦n𝘥 𝗈n

That happened because Huntley, sensing the manager’s concern over his status, had turned his attention to Amelia, leering at her with a vile look.

Huntley crumpled to his knees from the impact, clutching his abdomen. Wyatt advanced slowly, his eyes blazing with unmasked fury.

In that instant, Huntley saw a chilling, murderous intent in Wyatt’s gaze and shivered.

He quickly spoke up. “I’m from the Figueroa family! You can’t p>

His words were cut off as Wyatt’s hand clamped around his throat, silencing him.

As Wyatt’s grip tightened, Huntley’s face began to turn purple, his eyes bulging. Marc, a trained physician, stepped forward as Huntley’s eyes rolled back, about to stop Wyatt, but Amelia was quicker.

“Don’t waste your effort on trash like him!” she urged, grabbing Wyatt’s arm.

Her words snapped Wyatt out of his rage, and he released Huntley’s throat.

Amelia noticed a few drops of Huntley’s blood on Wyatt’s hand. She pulled a wet wipe from her purse and carefully wiped it clean, her touch deliberate and gentle. As she did, the fire in Wyatt’s eyes softened into a quiet warmth. When she finished, Amelia released his hand, but Wyatt quickly captured it in his own. She tried to pull away a few times, but his grip was firm. Eventually, she relented, letting him hold her hand.

Minutes later, Wyatt guided Amelia and their group back to the top-floor private room. Ritchie and his team had already departed, leaving Weldon and Marc to escort Huntley. With clear contempt, they half-dragged him inside and let him collapse heavily onto the carpeted floor. Huntley groaned in pain; the thick carpet did little to cushion his battered body.

Hearing his whimpers, Amelia turned to Wyatt. “Shouldn’t we call the police p>

“Calling the police would be too lenient,” Wyatt replied coolly. He glanced at Weldon. “Call Damon. Tell him to come collect his cousin p>

Weldon pulled out his phone and dialed almost without thought, only realizing how reflexively he had obeyed the command after the call connected. Damon was caught off guard by the call. Before he could speak, Weldon said, “Someone wants you to come to the club to pick up Huntley. I would move fast if I were you, or you’ll regret it.” He then hung up without waiting for a reply.

Only then did Amelia grasp Wyatt’s strategy. Given the Figueroa family’s influence, sending Huntley to the police would likely see him walk free. But by forcing Damon to collect him personally, especially after the recent forty-million-dollar fiasco, Huntley was guaranteed to face real consequences.

“Where’s Barrie? Why isn’t he with you?” Wyatt asked suddenly, his tone turning grave.

Amelia’s stomach tightened at the question. She hadn’t brought Barrie with her today, having assumed Ritchie’s group would be protection enough.

She hadn’t expected to run into Huntley.

Seeing Wyatt’s stern look, Amelia tugged at his sleeve. “I promise I’ll bring Barrie wherever I go from now on. Nothing happened today, so forgive me this once, alright p>

Her fingers brushed his palm lightly as she spoke.

Wyatt’s hard expression softened. “I can’t always be there to protect you. Take Barrie when you go out, so I don’t have to worry about you p>

“Mr. Stewart, why did you do this p>