Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1237: Chapter 1237: Lyle Westbrook Gets Angry! Chapter 1237: Chapter 1237: Lyle Westbrook Gets Angry! Years had passed, and Young Master Lyle was enraged once again!

Despite knowing that the issue inside had little to do with the man before him, Lyle Westbrook could not suppress his anger. He lost control of his emotions and flung the man aside.

The man, caught off-guard, fell to the ground, barely missing striking his forehead against a rock. But that didn’t mean he fared much better.

Standing nearly 188 cm tall, while the other was only 168, it was as if he had been tossed from a height of 30 cm.

His buttocks almost shattered into pieces from the fall, and though he gritted his teeth in pain, he dared not make a sound.

The others, seeing his plight, were even more terrified that they might be the next to be seized. As they trembled in fear, they did not expect the man with a face shrouded in a storming fury to not even glance at them, but instead to walk past them and head straight inside—

His strides were large and quick, as if he were on the verge of breaking into a run…

His heart felt as if it was being clenched, filled with nothing but regret and pain!

Enna Clark was inside, with two other men, and someone was forcing her to take pictures… As a man, he knew all too well what this implied.

It was exactly because he knew that he wished he could punch himself.

Back then, he should have skipped the extensive background checks and directly tracked the license plate number to get here sooner.

Enna…

The image of the little woman, pale-faced as if on the verge of fainting yet insistently trying to help him open the car door, suddenly flashed across his mind. The sound of her tapping the car lock with a stone, now seemingly hammering on his heart.

The angrier Lyle Westbrook’s gaze, the more his heart ached!

His heartache was almost gripping him, ready to knot up, close to suffocating him.

With a fierce kick, he burst open the room door!

Upon seeing a woman with her back to him getting dressed, he directly grabbed one of the two men facing him and swung a punch—

“Bang!” A punch landed solidly!

The man never expected the door to be suddenly kicked open, let alone being hit without warning.

He received the blow squarely and was hurled out, crying out in pain.

The other man finally came to his senses and looked at Lyle Westbrook with malice, opening his mouth to curse, “Who the fuck are you!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his neck was seized and he was slammed against the wall.

“What have you done?”

A knife pressed against his face, the previously blustering fat man suddenly cowered, “I… I… I haven’t done anything.”

He didn’t even know who the man was, how could he know what he had done to provoke him.

Unable to breathe with his neck constricted, his face turned red. The handsome, indifferent man had ruthless eyes that seemed to ignore the redness of his face. With a soft swish, the beautiful silver knife plunged into the fat man’s arm—

“Ah!” The corpulent man screamed in agony.

He watched the knife being slowly pulled out, and was asked the same question again, “What did you do?”

“I… I… What have I done?” The man with a face full of flesh had a look of horror.

As his arm throbbed with pain, he watched the knife jab into his flesh again and then be withdrawn, his screams of agony turned into a struggle, “Let go of me… Fuck, let go of me!”

What had he done?

What had he done to deserve this man’s wrath? He felt as if the man wanted to kill him.

But he hadn’t done anything. The only thing he had done, kidnapping, had backfired on them miserably.