Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1223: Alcohol loosened Linsey's tongue, and she shot back without hesitation. "Maybe I just didn't feel like it. Why should I explain myself?" His jaw tightened, a storm brewing in his expression. At that tense moment, the man Linsey had struck earlier managed to catch up to the group. Still swaying from drink and oblivious to danger, he blurted out, "Listen, buddy-first come, first served. I spotted her before you, so she's mine tonight." Collin's eyes went cold, his stare turning predatory. "You're picking a fight with the wrong man.

She's my wife." That gave the man pause-only for a second-before his bravado flared again and he reached for Linsey's arm. "Married or not, I'll be taking her home." Collin moved in an instant, pulling out his pistol and leveling it at the man's forehead, a dangerous smile curving his lips. "By all means. Make your move." "Y-you..." Terror dawned on the man's face as the gun came into view. His hand dropped from Linsey's arm, his body going slack with fear. Words failed him-his jaw simply worked in silence. Desperate to salvage his pride, he straightened his shoulders and mustered a glare.

"Do you know who I am? My father runs Fenton Group. Touch me, and he'll destroy you." The man had been so certain. Once Collin discovered his identity, he believed, without a doubt, that the cripple would grovel-beg, even-for forgiveness. But Collin didn't flinch. Instead, he burst into a cold, humorless laugh. "Fenton Group?" His voice was calm, almost lazy. "Means nothing to me." The man blinked, stunned. That... wasn't the reaction he had rehearsed for. A cripple-this nobody-was brushing off the Fenton Group like lint from his jacket? His jaw clenched, his pride cracking.

Rage surged up, too bitter to swallow. "You think you're somebody? You're just a cripple! And you dare look down on us? You think you're some big shot?" He thought Collin was bluffing, just a pathetic attempt to puff himself up. tｅt gαlnovels.ｃοm But then the bar manager arrived-hurried footsteps, anxious breaths. The moment he laid eyes on Collin, his expression flipped: surprise bloomed, then quickly shifted to respect. "Mr. Riley! What brings you here?" Silence hung for a second. The man's eyes widened in horror. Mr. Riley? The puzzle pieces locked in.

No wonder this guy hadn't backed down. No wonder he wore that arrogant calm like a second skin. People mocked Collin-the discarded eldest son of the powerful Riley family, written off and whispered about. But Ivy favored him fiercely. Fenton Group didn't measure up to Riley Group. The man's arrogance crumbled. He stammered, bowing his head in panic. "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Riley. I didn't realize it was you. Please forgive me. I meant no disrespect!" Collin barely spared him a glance. His lips curled in contempt as he gestured to his bodyguards.

"I don't want to see this man again." "Yes, sir." Without hesitation, the bodyguards grabbed the man and his lackeys, hauling them out like trash. Amid the chaos, Linsey saw her chance and took a cautious step back, hoping to slip away unnoticed. She never made it. "Catch her!" Collin said sharply. . . .