Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 860 - 859: A Death at the Bar (Part 3)

"Carla, are you okay?" Bell saw the man drag Carla Carr into the private room and lock the door, only hearing the sound of heavy objects being smashed inside.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

It sounded like a glass falling and the smashing of beer bottles.

Carla Carr drank a lot tonight, she must be at a disadvantage.

Bell was almost in tears with urgency: "Call... the police," she hesitated, fearing something would happen to Carla Carr, she reported to the police, claiming there was a sleazy man assaulting and beating a woman at the Imperial Palace.

But just as Bell hung up the phone, she saw a group of people storming into the bar with long knives, heading straight towards them.

"Get away." The man shouted roughly, grabbing Bell and pushing her aside, then he started kicking the door of the Sapphire private room.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Mao, we’re here!"

The bar became somewhat chaotic, the group burst in arrogantly, brandishing knives, scaring some drinkers.

...

Inside the private room.

Carla Carr had completely beaten the man into submission, he knelt and begged for mercy: "Daddy, hero, spare me! Spare me!!"

"I’ll never dare to violate you again!"

His whole body was in excruciating pain, the man couldn’t even think about opening the door, he was no match for Carla Carr at all. Seeing he was about to lose his life, he knelt and begged: "Goddess, please let me go."

Initially, he blocked her beer bottle strike, thinking he could easily overpower her, but who would have thought... he was beaten into a pulp! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

It became quiet inside, while the men outside nervously kicked the door: "Open up, if you don’t open tonight... we’ll kill you!"

The nearby waiter was trembling in fear, afraid of a fatality, and therefore dared not open the door, since this group was armed.

In the bar, when people drink too much, it’s easy for trouble to arise, but it’s rare for someone to brazenly come in armed like this.

Afraid they’d slash people, the waiter hesitated for a long time: "The key..." his voice quivered uncontrollably from fear, "the key was lost by a waiter a few days ago, currently searching for it."

Even if they had the key, it wasn’t appropriate to open the door like this, as they might slash people...

If a fatal accident occurred, the bar would bear unavoidable responsibility...

No choice but to have someone call the boss, reporting a disturbance at the Imperial Palace.

*

Alice Grant was sitting on a sofa, watching the financial news from a few days ago, the screen showed Lucas Knight.

She hadn’t yet taken a sip of the red wine she was holding when the black phone beside her started ringing non-stop.

"Douglas, you have a call."

Douglas Grant had gone upstairs, leaving his phone on the table, not responding even after half a day’s call, Alice Grant called again: "Douglas, you have a call."

This late at night, receiving a call past midnight, Alice Grant’s female intuition told her it was likely something important.

"Hey, I’m coming." Douglas Grant, dressed in brown striped pajamas, had just taken a bath and came downstairs. "Sis."

Though half-siblings, Douglas Grant was a sharp businessman, running Grant Group successfully, he was a notorious playboy, known for his ruthless tactics.

Logically, the two shouldn’t get along.

Yet strangely, they were like biological siblings, having a great relationship.

"You have a call, hurry up and answer it, hey, stop smiling!" Alice Grant laughed and urged while holding the wine glass.