Chapter 337
Chapter 337:
Heads turned. Kristine stood over the man, a feather duster in her hand, and he was bent over in pain. He looked as though he might retaliate, but two large men muscled through the crowd and seized him before he could move.
No one had time to react before a new voice, dripping with sarcasm, echoed through the bar.
“Well, well. Who decided it was a good idea to pick a fight with Asher Edwards tonight p>
Everyone was taken aback when they recognized the speaker. The mere mention of Asher sent a chill through the room.
The man who had mocked him went so pale he looked as though he had seen a ghost.
“Come on now — just because he’s from the Edwards family doesn’t mean you have to act so terrified.” The speaker’s tone shifted theatrically. “Asher, you’re not the type to hold a grudge, are you p>
Asher fixed his gaze on the speaker standing before him. The man wore a pink suit and, with his strikingly androgynous features and a slightly nasal voice, was often mistaken for an attractive woman — though he was undeniably male.
“Nothing here is worth making a fuss about,” Asher remarked, glancing away before turning his attention back to the provocateur. He watched the man relax with visible relief, then continued in an even tone, “But if I let you walk away with no consequences, people might think I’m easy prey. Here’s what we’ll do — my friend here will give you the punishment you deserve. That seems fair, don’t you think?” He nodded toward Kristine as he spoke.
Not daring to refuse, the man glanced at Kristine and, noticing she was a woman, quickly agreed. “No problem p>
𝖫a𝗍𝖾𝘴𝘁 𝗰𝗁𝘢р𝘵𝗲𝘳𝘀 𝗈ո
Kristine hadn’t seen this coming. She still held the feather duster in her hand — Asher had handed it to her, and for a moment she simply stared at it, confused.
“Kristine.” Asher’s quiet voice broke through her daze.
She looked up to find him watching her with one eyebrow raised, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Her heart gave a small flutter — but before she could react, the man had already bent his head toward her. “Please, hit me! I’m begging you p>
Kristine stared at him, almost amused by the desperation in his plea. But when she remembered the insults he had hurled at Asher, her expression hardened. She didn’t hold back — she swung the feather duster with full force.
At first, the man seemed to think it tickled. Then he yelped as sharp stings spread across his back, more like a whip than a gentle tap. He tried to bolt, but the ever-vigilant bodyguards kept him firmly in place.
It wasn’t long before his howls echoed through the entire bar, drawing curious onlookers down from the private rooms upstairs to witness the spectacle.
After half an hour, Kristine’s arm finally gave out. She stood there, gasping for breath, the fierceness fading from her eyes as she stared at the battered man.
Only then did she realize she hadn’t truly been taking her anger out on him.