Chapter 161 An Eye for an Eye
Benson felt that it was necessary to go, who knows, maybe someone really noticed his daughter's beauty...
Taking a closer look, his daughter's features were indeed quite good, but he had been a bit harsh earlier, her face was even swollen.
Half an hour later.
The Bourbon family's car stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts.
Mrs. Parsons was a bit scared and grabbed her husband's clothes, "Why does this place look so desolate? Is this where we are meeting? I have a bad feeling about this..."
"What do you know!" Benson gave her a disdainful look and pushed her hand away, "Don't wrinkle my clothes, we still have to meet with Phillipe later!"
"Benson, let's go back..."
"You women have short sight and long hair!" Benson looked up at the place in front of him, "Sometimes men just want to try something different! You don't understand!"
Blair Parsons couldn't wait to get out of the car.
Earlier, she deliberately put on a youthful makeup.
At this moment, she was full of confidence, thinking that her enchanting appearance would definitely seduce Phillipe. Before entering the warehouse, she deliberately took off one shoulder strap, revealing a bit of her charm.
Benson stared at his wife, as if saying, our daughter is better at this than you!
After entering the warehouse, they realized that it was eerily empty. Phillipe was sitting on a single chair with John standing next to him. Other than that, the place was completely empty.
The light coming in from the high windows was gloomy.
"Phillipe, please save me..." Blair Parsons suddenly knelt in front of Phillipe, crying pitifully, "I made a mistake carelessly and implicated my family... as long as you save me, I will agree to any conditions!"
"Oh?" A cold smile appeared on Phillipe's lips, "Any conditions?"
Blair Parsons thought that Phillipe was really interested in her and hurriedly nodded, "Yes, of course, I will do whatever you ask, I won't break my word."
Benson, bowing his waist, had a respectful and fearful expression, "I am incapable of teaching my daughter. I dare to ask Phillipe to help me discipline her..."
If Phillipe wanted to do business here, it would be the best outcome. After it was done, not only could he preserve his wealth, but he could also make his daughter rise to prominence...
Killing two birds with one stone!
Phillipe raised his hand and John pulled out a knife, throwing it in front of Blair Parsons.
With a clatter, the Parsons family, a family of three, saw the shiny knife and were all dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on...
Could it be that Phillipe wanted to play something thrilling?
"Hurt the same hand she hurt, and use that hand to repay." Phillipe's eyes gleamed with cold light.
Finally, the family of three understood. By "her," he meant Abella!
"Is Philip coming to defend Abella?!" Benson was trembling in fear. "Miss Abella is yours..."
Philip calmly responded, "She is my fiancee."
Benson was struck like lightning, unable to speak.
Mrs. Parsons was pale with fear. Abella is Philip's fiancee? This is more than just bankruptcy for the Parsons family!
"You bothered her last time, and now you're causing trouble again..." A chilling coldness emanated from Philip's eyes, as if it came from hell. "Do you think she's easy to bully, with no one to rely on?"
Upon hearing this, Benson struck Blair Parsons across the face, "You wicked girl! What did you do to Miss Abella last time? Watch me kill you!"
Mrs. Parsons was too frightened to protect her daughter and watched as her husband struck their daughter multiple times.
"Dad, Dad, I'll talk, I'll talk, please stop hitting me..." Blair Parsons cried, her makeup ruined. "On Uncle's anniversary, Abella...she stood up for Abi. I... I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake..."
"You fool!!" Benson struck her across the face once again.
Only now did Blair Parsons realize why there were so many bodyguards who quit that day, saying they couldn't do it anymore. It was all because of Philip...
It's over, what do we do!
The consequences of offending Philip are much worse than offending Steven Bass!
"Benson." Philip's voice was cool and calm, his eyes filled with a chilling light. "You've hurt my fiancee twice, is it excessive to take one of your daughter's hands?"
Benson was on the verge of tears, "It's not excessive, it's not excessive. You wicked girl, why are you still standing there? Why don't you do something? Do you want me to help you?"
"Benson?" Mrs. Parsons couldn't bear it, truly couldn't bear it. "Philip, I beg you, Blair is still young. We can leave New York as a family and never come back..."
"You think you can hurt Miss Abella and just leave? Wishful thinking!" John said coldly. "You have 30 seconds."
Blair Parsons sobbed uncontrollably, shaking her head, looking at the knife on the ground, too afraid to move.
The timer started.
Benson made a tough decision, picked up the knife, and walked step by step towards his daughter. "You should have never touched Philip!"
"Benson..."
"Dad, don't..."
With one stroke, Blair Parsons' right wrist was drenched in blood, her tendons and bones exposed...
"Ah！"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the warehouse.
Mrs. Parsons rushed over, embracing her injured daughter, her heart aching with tears.
Benson dropped the knife.
Blood on the blade stained his own body as he timidly and respectfully handed the knife over, "Phillipe, is this clean enough? Can we let this matter go?"
"If you ask Mr. Bourbon in this way, someone who doesn't know would think that Mr. Bourbon threatened you and made you harm his own daughter."
Upon hearing John's words, Benson bowed even lower, "No, no, it was her own carelessness that caused the scratch. It has nothing to do with Mr. Bourbon."
"Twenty-two of them last night, bullying my fiancee." Phillipe's voice carried a hint of discontent, "Bring them in."
The twenty-two thugs from last night had already been beaten to a pulp, with barely any life left in them.
Looking at his own hired men who now looked like ghosts, Blair Parsons trembled in fear, the intense pain from her wounds almost causing her to lose consciousness.
"How many of our men do we have?" Phillipe softly asked John behind him.
John respectfully replied, "A total of twenty-two, Mr. Bourbon."
"Whether you can leave here alive or not will depend on your own fate." Phillipe got up and left, casting a cold glance at them, with John following his footsteps.
Only then did Benson realize that Phillipe intended to respond in kind and treat them the same way.
Last night, his daughter allowed twenty-two thugs to bully Abella, so today, Phillipe had twenty-two of his men deal with them.
But their family of three lived a comfortable life, without any strength to resist. How could they possibly be a match for Phillipe's men?!
Not to mention these twenty-two thugs on the ground who were barely conscious...how could they possibly stand a chance?
The warehouse door opened, and a bright light shone in from outside.
Phillipe and John walked out, while twenty-two men entered...
"Phillipe, please spare us..." Benson kneeled down, but the warehouse door coldly shut...
After a while, heart-wrenching screams echoed from the warehouse...
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