Chapter 407 Margaret Behaved Herself
William was straight-up livid.
How dare Margaret frame someone?
Lucy was bawling her eyes out, feeling all kinds of wronged, standing at the door with tears streaming down her face.
William grabbed Margaret by the scruff of her neck and tossed her from Lucy's room into the living room.
Margaret hit the floor hard, landing on her butt.
That hurt like hell!
She felt like she might've busted her tailbone.
Sitting there, face all red, she glared at William and spat out, "William, what the hell do you think you're doing? I'm your mother-in-law! How dare you treat me like this? I'll tell Mary! I want you two to get a divorce!"
Margaret was still acting all high and mighty, fearless.
William, fuming, kicked her hard on the shoulder and said coldly, "The thing I hate the most is framing someone. No matter how unreasonable you were before, I could tolerate it, but today, you're too much. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll never remember it!"
Margaret finally started to panic; she knew what William was capable of.
When William hit, he didn't hold back.
"You can't hit me!" Margaret screamed, trying to scramble up.
But William kicked her again, sending her rolling.
He shouted, "Margaret, I've had enough of you. Time to settle all the old and new scores!"
With that, he rushed over and started slapping her repeatedly.
The living room echoed with the sound of slaps, each one more terrifying than the last.
Lucy stood on the side, wanting to step in but too scared, knowing how mad William was.
Meanwhile, Margaret was getting slapped and screaming. Lying on the floor, she tried to crawl away, wailing, "Help, he is hitting me! Help!"
But no matter how much she screamed, it didn't help.
William grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the coffee table.
Then, he grabbed her right hand and pressed it hard on the table, shouting, "I'll have to break one of your hands to teach you a lesson! Maybe then you'll behave for a few days. Otherwise, you'll never stop your petty thievery!"
Upon hearing this, Margaret was scared out of her mind.
She struggled, trying to pull her hand back, crying and shouting, "No! I was wrong! I know I was wrong! William, please, don't break my hand!"
She cried miserably, her whole body shaking in fear.
Despite her pleas, William picked up an ashtray and smashed it down hard.
The coffee table shattered.
Margaret was so scared she collapsed on the floor, crying loudly.
Actually, William didn't break her hand.
He was just trying to scare her.
Terrified, Margaret held her hand, sitting there with messy hair, looking pitiful.
William looked down at her and said coldly, "This is your last chance. Fail to heed my warning, and you'll regret it."
With that, he turned and left.
Meanwhile, Lucy had already taken Sarah upstairs.
In the big living room, only Margaret was left, sobbing for a long time, unable to get up.
Her legs were like jelly.
William's demeanor just now was really terrifying.
Her mind was filled with his warnings, and her body and face hurt.
After a long time, she slowly and shakily got up, pitifully applying medicine to herself.
Just then, William came downstairs.
Margaret heard the noise and immediately shrank into a corner, staring at William with wide eyes, shouting, "Don't hit me. I was wrong. I know I was wrong, I won't dare again."
William gave a cold smile and walked out the door.
This time, Margaret was finally obedient.
She watched William leave and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Tyler came back and was shocked to see Margaret in this state.
"What happened?" Tyler asked.
Margaret immediately burst into tears, complaining, "What do you think? I was beaten by William! How dare he treat me like this? You're my husband; you have to stand up for me!"
Finally with someone to rely on, Margaret poured out all her grievances and dissatisfaction.
Tyler looked helpless and asked, "Why did he hit you? Did you provoke him again?"
Margaret's eyes shifted, and she said nothing.
Tyler could see it in her eyes—Margaret must've messed with William; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone off on her like that.
So, he got up and said coldly, "You deserve it. Haven't you seen what happened today? William ain't a pushover anymore!"
Margaret shivered, thinking about the Kipling family incident.
William was a whole different beast now.
Meanwhile, William had already rolled up to Alan's company.
Alan stood there, all respectful, smiling and asking, "Mr. Jones, what can I do for you?"
William plopped down in the chairman's seat and got straight to it, "Grab a few guys and come with me to handle something."
Alan quickly made a call and got some people together.
Soon, a bunch of black business cars pulled up at the entrance of his company.
Twelve fully armed bodyguards stepped out.
Each one was in a black suit, rocking sunglasses, and built like a tank—clearly well-trained.
They lined up in front of William, bowing in unison and saying, "Mr. Jones!"
William gave them a once-over, stood up, and said, "On this trip, some of you might not make it back. Still in?"
The twelve men shouted in unison, "Swear loyalty to you."
It was loud enough to shake the walls.
These guys were the tough guys.
William nodded, glanced at Alan, and said, "Let's roll."
Soon, William led the crew out of Alan's company and gathered downstairs.
Alan stood next to William, not entirely sure what was about to go down, but he was ready.
Would he die on this mission?
Alan felt a bit anxious; age had made him more cautious.
But William's words fired him up. "Alan, remember your passion?"
Alan's weathered eyes suddenly lit up with a cold spark.
In that moment, his slightly hunched body straightened up.
He had once fought bravely and passionately; why was he scared now?
He was Alan, who had his pride!
"Mr. Jones, if something happens to me, please take care of my daughter," Alan said seriously.
William turned back, looked at the slightly bowed and respectful Alan, patted his shoulder, and said, "You got it."
Then, they got into the cars.
Soon, the convoy stopped at the entrance of Lindwood City.
The sky was dark, with big clouds rolling in, signaling a storm.
William stood by the car, waiting for someone.
He gazed at the sky, took a drag from his cigarette, and let out a plume of smoke. The thunder and lightning, mixed with the deafening roar, foretold an imminent bloody battle.
'Phantom Assassin Agency, here I come. Those who mess with me are going down!' William declared to himself.
Soon, Benjamin emerged alone in the group's sight, sending a chill through the air. He was clad in black, a wide-brimmed hat shadowing half his face, with two daggers hanging at his waist.
Despite his simple getup, no one dared to underestimate him.
"You're here?" William said calmly.
"Yeah," Benjamin nodded lightly.
"Let's go," William commanded.
At his command, the convoy quickly left Lindwood City and headed into the vast mountains.
According to Benjamin's intel, the Phantom Assassin Agency was holed up in a deep mountain area fifty miles outside the city.
It must be eradicated.
In a plain within the deep mountains stood several black fortress-like buildings.
Covering about ten thousand square feet, they were well hidden by the surrounding mountains and dense forests.
It was really hard for ordinary folks to find this place.
Figures constantly ran between the buildings, with shouts and sounds of training.
In the center was a three-story building, covered in mottled green.
The heavily guarded building's door suddenly swung open, and a bronze-skinned man in black tight clothes, fully geared up, rushed in.
He headed straight for the golden throne in the center of the hall, inlaid with various gems.
On the throne sat a seductive woman, drinking, with one leg draped over the throne, holding a bottle.
She had a killer figure, fiery red lips, a ponytail, and her face was smeared with black camo paint.
She was the boss of the Phantom Assassin Agency.
"Miss, someone has broken in and hurt eight of our guys!" the man reported anxiously.
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