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Chapter 382:

After receiving Weldon’s call, Damon rushed to Nightlife Club with his men. Stepping into the private room, he froze at the sight of Huntley sprawled on the floor, bloodied and barely clinging to life.

Despite his frustration with his cousin, Damon’s eyes flashed with anger as they flicked toward Wyatt.

As he spoke, Damon signaled the bodyguards behind him to help Huntley. But the moment they touched him, Huntley let out an anguished wail, leaving the guards frozen, unsure how to proceed.

“I would advise against moving him. His ribs are fractured. If they shift and puncture a lung, he won’t make it,” Marc interjected, his doctor’s instincts overriding his reluctance to get involved.

𝘋𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗼v𝖾𝗿 𝗵𝗂𝗱𝖽𝗲𝗻 gе𝗆ѕ 𝘰𝗇

Damon, well aware of Marc’s medical reputation, immediately ordered the bodyguards to stop. After directing someone to summon an ambulance, he finally turned to face Wyatt.

Unlike Damon’s barely contained fury, Wyatt remained calm. “Before you jump to conclusions, Mr. Figueroa, maybe ask your cousin what he did to deserve this p>

At that, Damon’s anger cooled slightly. He glanced down at Huntley, his voice icy. “What did you do p>

“I didn’t do anything! It was Wyatt and Weldon; they teamed up and beat me senseless. I didn’t even p>

“That’s a load of nonsense!” Weldon snapped, leaping up from the sofa, unable to let Huntley’s lies slide. “Why don’t you admit you tried to harass Mrs. Stewart? That’s why I stepped in. And you threw the first punch! You’re not a kid anymore, but you’re still running to tattle like you did back when you were young, huh p>

Having grown up in the same social circle and close in age, Weldon and Huntley had clashed before. Each time Huntley lost, he would run home to complain, landing Weldon in trouble with Weston.

Huntley opened his mouth to deny it, but Amelia’s sharp voice cut through. “There are security cameras here. Do you want to pull the footage and let everyone know what you did p>

Knowing the cameras would expose him, Huntley fell silent.

His silence told Damon everything he needed to know — Huntley had brought this on himself.

Just then, the ambulance arrived. As medics carted Huntley away, Damon prepared to follow, but Wyatt’s voice stopped him. “Hold on p>

After directing the bodyguards to accompany Huntley, Damon returned to the room. Sitting across from Wyatt, he asked, “Is there something else, Mr. Stewart p>

“Your cousin harassed my wife. Don’t you need to do something to apologize?” Wyatt’s words left everyone in the room stunned.

As the meaning in his words sank in, their reactions varied, and Damon gave a cold laugh. “Mr. Stewart, Huntley was out of line today, no question. But he didn’t actually harm Mrs. Stewart. Was it really necessary to beat him that badly p>

“You should be grateful he didn’t harm her. If he had, do you think he would have walked away so easily like that?” Wyatt said.

Before Damon could respond, Wyatt added, “Need I remind you, Mr. Figueroa, you are in Kretol now, not Hans p>

That single statement gave Damon pause, his mind racing.

Realizing Wyatt wouldn’t let this slide, Damon asked cautiously, “What do you want me to do, Mr. Stewart p>

“I hear you recently acquired a plot of land in Kretol p>

The land, once owned by the Mills family, was now in Damon’s hands — Wyatt didn’t know how he had secured it, but its proximity to the Davis Group made it perfect for the company’s expansion.

Damon’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not saying you want that land, are you p>

“You are smart. I indeed want that plot of land,” Wyatt replied.

“That’s out of the question!” Damon rejected the idea instantly.

He braced for Wyatt to press the issue, but instead, Wyatt just chuckled. “I don’t like to force things. If you’re not willing, let’s pretend I never brought it up p>

Wyatt’s easygoing smile didn’t ease Damon’s nerves; it only heightened his wariness, a feeling that lingered as he left the room.

Once Damon was gone, Marc, sensing the drama had concluded, also excused himself.

With only three people left in the room, Amelia turned to Weldon. “Thank you for your help today, Mr. Chadwick p>

Weldon started to brush it off, but Wyatt interjected, “What brings you to Kretol, Mr. Chadwick p>

At that, Weldon’s eyes flicked instinctively toward Amelia. Amelia didn’t notice it, but Wyatt did. Wyatt’s gaze on Weldon carried a mix of emotions as he recalled Davin’s findings.

“I’m here to assist my brother with something,” Weldon replied.

“Mr. Shepard Chadwick has come to Kretol, too?” Amelia asked, surprise flickering in her eyes.

Weston’s reaction to her mother and Shepard’s words at the hotel before swirled in her mind, muddling her thoughts.

Amelia added, “Would it be alright to share what you are doing in Kretol, Mr. Chadwick? I might be able to lend a hand p>

“No need for that!” Weldon said quickly.