Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1417: To sate their vile urges and ensure silence afterward, they disregarded her resistance, pouring liquor down her throat. Linsey's hands were restrained, leaving her no means of escape. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head desperately. Amber liquid trickled down her chin, seeping into her collar. Her fragile yet defiant beauty only stoked Winslow's desire further. He couldn't resist snarling, "Hurry up. Strip her!" No sooner had the words left his lips than the door flew open with a violent kick. The executives froze, their eyes darting to the entrance.

A squad of black-clad bodyguards stormed in, swiftly dividing into two units. One group surged forward, shoving aside the men pinning Linsey and pulling her to safety. The second unit followed, encircling the executives in a tight, inescapable ring. "What's happening here?" Winslow bellowed, realizing he was inexplicably surrounded. "Who the hell are you? Do you have any idea who I am? You dare treat me like this?" A drunken hiccup punctuated his tirade as he lurched forward, attempting to push through. But the bodyguards didn't budge-one of them repelled him with a single, effortless shove.

Because of relentless training, the bodyguards' strength far outmatched Winslow's, whose days were spent indulging in excess. A brutal palm strike landed on his chest. Before he could react, his bulky frame crashed to the floor, the flesh on his face quivering from the impact. Coddled his entire life, Winslow felt as though his body were splintering apart, his wails echoing like those of a pig at slaughter. gαℓησvℓs․com hosts exclusive updates The other executives stood stunned by the spectacle. "Mr. Cooper!" "Are you okay, Mr.

Cooper?" "Let me help you up." A flurry of panicked executives rushed to his aid, their faces etched with alarm. Once hoisted to his feet, Winslow eyed the stoic bodyguards, a glimmer of fear flickering in his gaze. "W-who are you people?" At that moment, steady, commanding footsteps echoed from the doorway. Unlike the urgent strides of the bodyguards, these were deliberate, resonant with authority-like a monarch claiming his domain. The executives, along with Linsey, instinctively turned toward the sound.

A tall, imposing figure filled the doorway, his chiseled features devoid of expression yet exuding a chilling, unyielding presence. The encircled executives shivered, whispering among themselves. "Who is that? He seems familiar." "Isn't that Collin Riley? What's he doing here?" . . .