After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 40: Gavin Sinclair is Like a Dead Pig
Claire Mercer’s hands, gripping the kitchen knife tightly, trembled as she kept backing away.
She was scared.
She wasn’t just afraid of Gavin Sinclair. She was also afraid of the knife in her hand.
She had never attacked someone with a knife before. She’d never even killed a chicken or a duck.
But in this situation, if she didn’t strike him, she would be the one to get hurt.
To protect herself, she had no choice but to attack.
So how could she not be afraid?
The kitchen wasn’t tiny, but it was still only a dozen or so square meters.
Just as Claire Mercer was backed into a corner with nowhere left to retreat, Gavin Sinclair suddenly lunged forward, trying to snatch the kitchen knife from her hand.
But Claire Mercer gripped the kitchen knife tightly, refusing to let go.
She clung to it like a drowning person clutching a straw.
After slashing wildly at the air in front of him a few times, she gritted her teeth and threatened him.
"Gavin Sinclair, you’d better not come any closer, or I swear I’ll cut you."
Gavin Sinclair found her threat laughable, like a child’s game.
He grinned at Claire Mercer. "I said, aim for me."
As he spoke, he took two more steps toward her.
Then, he quickly reached out, trying to grab the kitchen knife from her hand.
Claire Mercer reacted just as quickly, slashing at his outstretched hand.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably and she was incredibly tense, so the cut wasn’t very deep.
But the kitchen knife was extremely sharp.
It had only grazed Gavin Sinclair’s arm.
Yet it had torn open a wide gash, and a lot of fresh blood was now flowing out.
The pain in his arm instantly sent Gavin Sinclair into a humiliated rage.
His eyes bulged as he stared at Claire Mercer, and he let out a low roar.
"Claire Mercer, are you trying to die? You actually dared to cut me?"
Claire Mercer screamed back at him, "I told you not to push me!"
"If I don’t take you today, then my name’s not Gavin Sinclair."
With that, Gavin Sinclair ignored his wound and started walking toward Claire Mercer.
’Damn her! That reckless woman actually dared to cut him.’
’He had to teach her a lesson today, no matter what.’
Seeing him advance again, Claire Mercer quickly turned and fled the kitchen.
She switched off the living room lights and, knowing the layout by heart, ran upstairs.
The moment she was in the bedroom, she locked the door and pulled out her phone to call the police.
’But then it occurred to her that the Sinclair Family’s network in Rhonia was vast.’
’Even if she called the police, they’d probably see Gavin Sinclair and write it off as a domestic dispute.’
’And once the police left, Gavin Sinclair, furious about his injured arm, would surely retaliate even more viciously.’
’No, calling the police was useless.’
Just as she was wondering who she could possibly call for help, her phone rang.
It was Adrian Sutton.
Claire Mercer’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly answered the phone.
"Hello."
Adrian Sutton heard the trembling in Claire Mercer’s voice. His thick brows furrowed as he quickly asked,
"Miss Mercer, what’s wrong? Has something happened?"
"Gavin Sinclair... he tried to assault me. I cut him, and now he’s lost his mind..."
Claire Mercer’s words were brief, but their meaning was horrifyingly clear. Adrian Sutton knew exactly what Gavin Sinclair planned to do next.
He steadied his own ragged breathing and instructed Claire Mercer.
"Keep the door locked. I’m on my way."
"Don’t hang up. Keep me on the line so I know what’s happening."
After he spoke, she could hear the sounds of him rushing out the door on the other end of the line.
"Okay." Claire Mercer clutched her phone.
Listening to Gavin Sinclair’s crazed shouting outside the door, she prayed that Adrian Sutton would get there soon.
Outside the door, Gavin Sinclair’s eyes were bloodshot. Like a furious beast, he pounded relentlessly on the door.
"Claire Mercer, open this door! You can hide today, but can you hide tomorrow?"
Claire Mercer’s eyes were glued to the door, her entire body rigid with tension.
’She didn’t understand how Gavin Sinclair had become so twisted.’
’He used to not even give her the time of day, treating her with utter disdain.’
’How could he have become so perverted, so crazed?’
Gavin Sinclair continued to pound on the door, shouting.
"We are husband and wife, you should fulfill your wifely duties."
"Since I, Gavin Sinclair, married you, there’s no way I’m letting you leave pure and untouched."
Claire Mercer snarled at Gavin Sinclair through the door. "Piss off."
’Before, just seeing him was tiresome.’
’Now, the very sound of his voice made her feel utterly nauseated.’
’She used to just think he had some issues, that he was a serious male chauvinist.’
’He even shamelessly saw himself as some ancient emperor, dreaming of having a whole harem.’
’But only today did she see his true colors. He was nothing but a psychologically twisted degenerate.’
’Before, his crippled legs had limited his actions.’
’Now that his legs were healed, he started cheating, and now he was trying to rape her.’
’His disgusting behavior was absolutely repulsive to the core.’
Fortunately, Adrian Sutton soon arrived at the villa.
The main gate to the villa had been closed by Gavin Sinclair.
Someone outside who didn’t know the password would be unable to open it.
But Claire Mercer had already sent the password to Adrian Sutton.
So when Adrian Sutton walked through the living room and reached the second floor, Gavin Sinclair didn’t notice him at all.
He was still pounding on the door, threatening Claire Mercer and spewing vulgar filth.
A murderous aura radiated from Adrian Sutton as he listened.
If not for the last shred of his reason, he would have chopped Gavin Sinclair into pieces and fed him to the dogs right then and there.
Just as Gavin Sinclair was about to spew more filth,
Adrian Sutton came up behind him and kicked him viciously in the right leg.
’Scum like this didn’t deserve to stand.’
Caught completely off guard, Gavin Sinclair was kicked so hard he slammed to his knees.
His legs had only just recently healed, and now, with his right leg being so violently kicked...
...combined with the brutal impact of kneeling on the hard floor, the two forces acting on it...
Gavin Sinclair thought he heard the sound of his right leg bone fracturing.
He immediately collapsed onto his side, clutching his right leg and crying out in pain.
"AARGH..."
Gavin Sinclair wailed in agony, and a cold sweat quickly drenched his clothes.
Adrian Sutton looked down at him, his gaze imperious.
The bone-chilling cold in his eyes was like a sharp, gleaming sword.
He wished his glare alone could tear the man to pieces.
’He had previously thought the man was just blind and heartless, an idiotic scumbag.’
’Only today did he realize that the man before him was rotten to the very core.’
’He was like a piece of meat rotting in a sewer, stinking disgustingly from the inside out.’
Perhaps his right leg had indeed fractured again, because after wailing for a while, Gavin Sinclair passed out from the pain.
"Useless piece of trash."
Adrian Sutton sneered with utter contempt.
He kicked the unconscious Gavin Sinclair aside as if he were kicking a dead pig.
"Miss Mercer, are you alright?"
Hearing Adrian Sutton’s voice outside the door, Claire Mercer finally let out a sigh of relief.
"What about Gavin Sinclair? Is he gone?"
Adrian Sutton shot another disgusted glance at Gavin Sinclair, who was lying on the floor.
"No, he’s by the door."
"But he’s no threat now. Don’t worry."
Hearing Adrian Sutton’s words, Claire Mercer took a moment to steady her breathing, then walked to the door and slowly opened it.
"Where is he?"
Adrian Sutton gestured with his chin in Gavin Sinclair’s direction. "Right here."
Seeing him lying on the floor, motionless as a corpse, Claire Mercer gasped.
"Is he... dead?"
Adrian Sutton shook his head. "No. He passed out from the pain."
Claire Mercer walked over to the pig-like form of Gavin Sinclair and kicked him hard, twice.
But that still wasn’t enough to quell the rage in her heart.
She crouched down and slapped Gavin Sinclair hard across the face, back and forth, several times.
His face, already covered in bruises, swelled up even more.
Only then did she feel like she’d vented some of her anger.
"Miss Mercer, what do you plan to do with him?"
