Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 63

They saw Steven being thrown in, his nose broken and his face swelled with bruises. There were a few

beefy-looking men behind him.

Flora was someone who would do anything for her child, so she immediately ran over when she saw NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

her son beaten into this state.

"Steven, what happened? Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

Her son was so frightened that snot and tears streamed down his face. He cried so badly-almost even

resembling a girl.

"Who are you people? Why did you beat my son?" Flora snarled.

A pot-bellied man with a gold chain around his neck stepped forward. "What are you screaming about?

A b* tch like you gave birth to this son of a b*tch, who actually dared to lay a hand on my woman. So

what if I gave him a good beating?"

After Steven had emerged from the toilet, he ran into a woman wearing seductive clothing. He said

obscenities to her as his mind was unfiltered by the alcohol. He did not know that the woman was with

a gang leader, who then beat him up without so much of a warning.

He was so terrified that he broke out into sobs there

and then, and begged for his life while kneeling. However, the man refused to have mercy on him, even

after Steven used the name of the Sue family.

"Look at what this woman-what is she wearing?" Flora blathered on without regard for her own life after

she heard what the fatty said. “Isn't she practically trying to seduce my son?"

The fatty grew furious when he heard this. "What a loudmouthed b*tch! Does your son have a right to

lay a hand on her, regardless of whether she’s a vixen, an old woman, or is naked?" he said with an

evil smile on his face.

"That f*cking b*tch-"

Flora did not get to complete her sentence. The fatty threw a fist at her face.

Ferdinand did not even try to step up and be a man. " Yvonne, aren’t you a Sue? Go and scare them

away!" h e said to her, face blanched.

Yvonne’s apathetic countenance showed that she did not care about this. Steven dug his own grave,

and apparently Flora wanted to join him there. Why should she meddle in this business?

The fatty heard Steven's words. "What Sue family? I don't give a sh*t about them even if the entire clan

came," he said disdainfully.

“Are you the husband of this b*tch? Come over. Bow down to me and admit all your wrongdoings. I

won't beat you up if you get me into a good mood," the fatty

said to Ferdinand.

Ferdinand turned more fearful and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. Yet he spoke even more

forcefully toward Yvonne. "Yvonne, are you really not going to step in? I'm your uncle."

Yvonne's expression remained as nonchalant as before. She did not even bother to say a single word.

Godfrey screwed up his courage at that moment and stood up. "My name is Godfrey Sue of the Sue

family," he said to the fatty. "Please forgive us this once, and we'll put this behind us."

The fatty sneered at Godfrey. "The Sue family? What d o I care about them?" he said. "I’ll beat you up

too if you interfere anymore."

Lydia wanted to tug on her husband to make him sit down after observing that the fatty was not going

to back down, but he was faster to react. He plopped back onto the seat without another sound.

"It's fine even if you don't get on your knees and apologize. I'm a reasonable man. If you try to make a

move on my woman, you’d have to pay at least a few million to me, right?" the fatty said, smiling.

No one spoke. The fatty landed a kick on Steven. "I'm going to beat this punk to death if you don't give

me the money!" he roared.

"Sir, I don't have money, but...but I have a car. Just take the car. Please forgive us." Steven took out the

Audi keys.

"Steven, that's my car! What right do you have to give i t to him?" Yvonne shot up to her feet furiously

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The fatty only truly noticed her now. His eyes brightened unwittingly. She was such a beauty!

"What's one car worth, Yvonne? Do you really want to watch your cousin get beaten senseless?"

Ferdinand did not care since it was not his possession.

"My dear woman, I have plenty of money. I don't care about a single Audi." The fatty threw the keys

away and walked toward Yvonne.

"What are you doing?" she said, staring cautiously at the fatty.

"Why don’t you accompany me for a night, and I'll forget all this ever happened. How about that?" The

fatty scanned Yvonne from head to toe with a perverted grin plastered on his face.