Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1104 - 1100: As Long as I’m Here, No One in the World Can Bully Her!
Amidst the frozen expressions of everyone in the room, Beatrice Hargrave let out a soft laugh, continuing her mocking, "Pretending to be noble in front of the media, yet doing such sordid things behind the scenes—only a child from a wretched family like yours could do such things!"
Henry Hargrave clenched his hands tightly on the armrest of the sofa. His furrowed brows lifted as he realized he had never known about such an incident before. He didn’t know that his daughter had resorted to tricks in her entanglement with Nicholas Croft.
Nicholas Croft slightly narrowed his eyes, deciphering an important message from Beatrice’s merciless words. So... she wasn’t Josephine Hawthorne’s biological daughter, which explained why the Hargrave Family favored Hannah so much.
With the scandal exposed, Hannah Hargrave’s face turned even paler, like a sheet of paper. Her hands clenched tightly, her nail-polished fingers digging into her palms, and her lips pressed tightly as she glared at the little bastard screaming at her mother. If Nicholas Croft weren’t present, she wouldn’t have allowed Beatrice to be so arrogant.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Josephine Hawthorne, somewhat embarrassed and angry, pointed a trembling finger at Beatrice. "You little bitch, you’ve even learned to make baseless accusations. See if I don’t tear your mouth apart!"
Josephine cursed as she lunged at Beatrice, and Hannah, catching a glimpse of the danger flashing in Nicholas’s eyes, hurriedly got up to stop her mother, "Mom! Aren’t you ashamed enough?"
"I’m ashamed?" Josephine turned to question her daughter, her exquisitely made-up face twisted with anger. "Am I not standing up for you? Years of commitment to a man, and after sleeping together, you still couldn’t keep him and let this little bitch take advantage..."
"Madam, I’ve told you before, watch your language!" Nicholas Croft coldly reminded her. His handsome face was as if covered in ice, and he could feel Beatrice trembling beneath his interlocked fingers. Staring coldly at Josephine, he said, "Beatrice is my woman now. As long as I’m here, no one in the world can bully her!"
Seeing Nicholas protect Beatrice so vehemently, Hannah tightened her grip on her mother’s arm, her face becoming even more ashen, and her lip, bitten under her teeth, quivered slightly.
"Oh, how eloquent. No one in the world can bully her," Josephine, changing from her earlier aggressive stance, sneered cynically, then threw off her daughter’s restraining hands and leisurely approached Nicholas.
Nicholas instinctively took a step forward, shielding Beatrice behind him, and coldly glared at Josephine, the expression on his handsome face unchanged.
Josephine gave a cold laugh, her gaze suddenly turning sharp, "Nicholas Croft! Today, I will bully her. What can you do about it?"
With that, she yanked Beatrice out and raised another hand to slap her, but Nicholas, quick and alert, caught her wrist.
Simultaneously, Henry Hargrave slapped the armrest of the sofa and stood up.
"Josephine! Stop right there! Aren’t you embarrassed enough?"
"I’m embarrassed? Your disgraceful daughter climbed into her future brother-in-law’s bed without any shame. Why should I be embarrassed? Today I’m going to seek justice for Hannah!" One of her wrists was restrained by Nicholas, and Josephine raised the other again, but it too was caught by Nicholas, whose black eyes exuded a bone-chilling cold as he glared at her.
"Madam, it’s out of respect for my past friendship with the elder Hargrave that I’m not holding this against you," Nicholas paused and coldly reminded her, "Don’t push me!"
