Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 93: Her Backer

Adrian Lancaster stood behind Wren Sutton like a mountain, his posture utterly protective as he held her by the waist.

"Are you hurt?"

Wren Sutton looked back at him, her heart a mix of complicated feelings. "No."

Adrian Lancaster pulled her into an embrace, resting his chin on her forehead.

"Don’t be afraid. You’re safe now. Tell me, did anyone take liberties with you?"

"No."

"I just saw the security footage. The man in the hat touched your chin."

Wren Sutton pressed her lips together uncomfortably. The memory of what had happened in the private room nearly made her sick.

"He’s Chloe Foster’s husband."

Adrian Lancaster understood everything instantly.

His dark, sharp gaze, filled with killing intent, fixed on the man in the baseball cap as if he were skinning him alive with a blade.

"You dared to touch my woman. You’ll pay a price more painful than Chloe Foster ever did."

The man in the baseball cap’s face was contorted with rage. His pride had been trampled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He had seen pictures of Adrian Lancaster; it was the man standing before him.

If Wren Sutton was the main culprit, then Adrian Lancaster was the cold and ruthless executioner.

"You’d better kill me. Otherwise, as long as I’m alive, I’ll never let Wren Sutton go."

Adrian Lancaster looked down on him, his gaze disdainful, as if he were looking at trash.

"You think you’re worthy?"

He sneered, a frosty air gathering around his brow. His expression was so cold and sharp it was terrifying.

Just then, the man with the floral-tattooed arm, who had been completely ignored, couldn’t take it anymore and roared at Adrian Lancaster.

"Hey! You said you’d take Wren Sutton’s place as hostage. What are you waiting for? Get over here! Push me, and I’ll kill the cashier."

Adrian Lancaster was a man of his word; he didn’t go back on it.

No matter how much of a scumbag he was, he would never let his own wife be a hostage for a cashier.

"You let the cashier go, and I’ll come over."

The man with the floral-tattooed arm was impulsive, but he wasn’t stupid. "You come over first, then I’ll let her go."

Without a hint of fear, Adrian Lancaster started walking over.

Wren Sutton grabbed him, her stomach churning. Even though she hated him, she had never wanted him to die.

"Be careful."

Adrian Lancaster patted her hand reassuringly, his gaze profound, but he said nothing.

The situation escalated to a fever pitch, becoming quite dramatic.

Watching Adrian Lancaster’s back, Wren Sutton’s heart was gripped with anxiety.

Adrian Lancaster walked toward the front desk with steady steps, his powerful aura making him look anything but a hostage.

The man with the floral-tattooed arm felt an invisible pressure, and the temperature around them seemed to drop by several degrees.

’Damn it, why am I suddenly so flustered?’

"Let her go. I’ll be the hostage," Adrian Lancaster said, breaking the silence.

The man with the floral-tattooed arm snapped back to his senses, a flicker of madness and greed in his eyes.

’If I take Adrian Lancaster hostage, I can extort even more money. Eighty million is nothing! I’ll demand eight hundred million, no, eight billion!’

"You’ve got guts."

The man with the floral-tattooed arm thought he had won for sure, overlooking many details.

He shoved the cashier aside and prepared to press the dagger against Adrian Lancaster’s neck.

Adrian Lancaster’s pupils suddenly contracted. A step faster than the tattooed man, he produced a military-grade knife—several times sharper than the dagger—from out of nowhere and precisely stabbed at the man’s arm.

A light slash left a deep gash, and blood gushed out.

The man with the floral-tattooed arm reacted, howling in pain. The dagger fell to the floor, and Adrian Lancaster kicked it away. Security guards immediately rushed over and subdued him.

"President Lancaster, we’ve already called the police. They’ll be here any minute."

"Mm," Adrian Lancaster said, putting away the military knife. He’d have to return it to Sean Sterling later. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Seeing that Adrian Lancaster was unharmed, the heart that had been caught in Wren Sutton’s throat finally dropped.

’No wonder he was so calm and composed. He was prepared all along, with a knife hidden up his sleeve.’

After dealing with the man with the floral-tattooed arm, Adrian Lancaster walked over to the man in the baseball cap.

He first tipped the man’s chin up with the toe of his shoe, then nonchalantly stomped on his left hand, grinding it under his heel until he heard the CRACK of bone.

"This hand touched what it shouldn’t have. Keeping it around would only cause more trouble."

The man in the baseball cap curled up in pain, his face pale. He lay on the ground, unable to get up, as pathetic as a dog.

Wren Sutton hadn’t expected Adrian Lancaster to be so ruthless. It was too late to stop him.

「A few minutes later.」

The wail of sirens sounded outside. After coming in and getting a clear picture of the situation, the police took the man in the baseball cap and the man with the floral-tattooed arm away.

This scene was witnessed by Isla Griffith, who had just come out of the restroom. She hurried over to Wren Sutton’s side.

"What happened? The police are here."

Wren Sutton was still shaken. "Those two men took me hostage. They wanted to extort money. Thankfully, it was a close call, but I’m okay."

"Something like that actually happened?" Isla Griffith was shocked and angry, worriedly looking Wren Sutton over from top to bottom.

"Did those two bastards hurt you?"

"No." Wren Sutton shook her head, feeling lucky to have escaped unharmed.

Only then did Isla Griffith relax.

After what had happened, no one was in the mood to go back to the private room to eat. The four of them left the restaurant together.

Before getting into the car, Sean Sterling received a call about a rather tricky company matter. If not handled properly, it could lead to a lawsuit.

He hung up, his expression displeased. He instructed the driver to take Isla Griffith home and not to worry about him.

Isla Griffith felt awkward. "President Sterling, this is your car. You have business to attend to, so the driver should take you first. I can just get a taxi home."

"He’s not my only driver."

"But..."

"Listen to me. It’s not safe for you to take a taxi alone this late at night."

Isla Griffith wanted to say more, but Sean Sterling ordered the driver to go, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

The driver didn’t dare to disobey and lightly stepped on the gas, pulling away.

Isla Griffith looked back several times, feeling a little bad about it.

Just then, DING! A friend request popped up on her WeChat.

She opened it and saw the note in the request: *I’m Sean Sterling.*

Isla Griffith immediately accepted, saved his contact as "President Sterling," and then sent a smiley face emoji.

Immediately after, he sent a money transfer for 58,000.

"..." Isla Griffith was stunned. That number was definitely not a coincidence.

[President Sterling, I was supposed to be treating you. I absolutely can’t accept this money.]

Sean Sterling: [When you dine with me, there’s no reason for a woman to be the one paying.]

"..." Isla Griffith pursed her lips, lost in thought.

She carefully considered her words, sending several messages. The ultimate meaning she wanted to convey was that she couldn’t accept the money.

The messages went unanswered. Sean Sterling didn’t reply.

...

「Meanwhile.」

Wren Sutton’s heart was heavy, and she was still shaken by the night’s events.

Adrian Lancaster comforted her with a few words. "Wicked people get what they deserve. The law will not be lenient on those two."

Wren Sutton believed in the weight of his words. With Adrian Lancaster personally handling it, those two would definitely not have a good end. She didn’t feel any sympathy for them; what she worried about was Chloe Foster retaliating against her.

"I heard that man say that Chloe Foster was released on bail."

Adrian Lancaster understood what she meant and gave her some reassurance.

"Don’t worry. Chloe Foster will never appear before you again."

Hearing his confident tone, Wren Sutton misunderstood.

"Are you going to kill her? No, you can’t do something so foolish."

Adrian Lancaster almost laughed in exasperation. "In your eyes, am I the kind of person who goes around killing people?"

Wren Sutton realized her mistake and quickly corrected herself. "That’s not what I meant."

Adrian Lancaster moved closer to her, his gaze ambiguous as his warm breath ghosted over her ear.

"Then tell me, what kind of person am I?"