Chapter 190 Chopped and Fed to the Dogs
Walter strode toward the bar with determined steps.
Amelia couldn't escape his control as long as she didn't leave the bar.
Walter immediately spotted Amelia in the crowd when he entered the car.
As he was about to step forward, the bar's security personnel blocked him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cook, you can't go in," the security personnel said.
Walter had spent a lot of money at this bar since he was a VIP. He was accustomed to doing as he pleased inside the bar with his VIP status, so his anger reached its peak when he was stopped by the security personnel.
He immediately used his index finger to poke the security personnel in front of him fiercely and asked, "Who am I?"
The security personnel replied, "You’re Mr. Cook."
Walter nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to the security personnel on the other side and asked, "You, who am I?"
The security personnel responded, "You’re Mr. Cook."
Walter sneered and said, "Since you know who I am, let me in! Do you know how much money I spend in this bar in a year? I basically pay all your salaries."
"Who’s making Mr. Cook angry?" Scott's voice appeared behind Walter just in time.
Walter turned to see Scott, restraining his arrogance from earlier. "These two security guards are probably new. They’re blocking me from entering. It’s very amusing, Scott."
Scott glanced at the two security guards and smiled. "Indeed, quite amusing."
He had just received a call from Frederick instructing him to throw Walter out of the bar.
Since Frederick had spoken, he had to respect him.
Walter didn’t want to argue with the two security guards in front of him. He locked eyes with Amelia and immediately said to Scott, "Scott, I need your help to tie that despicable woman to my bed. Once it's done, I'll give you this." Walter pointed to Amelia, opened his palm, and gestured with five of his fingers.
Scott's gaze followed Walter's direction. When he saw the "despicable woman", Amelia, a cold smile appeared on his handsome face.
"$100,000," he said lazily.
Walter exclaimed, "100 thousand dollars? Are you robbing me? This woman is clearly only worth five thousand. If it weren't for her slim and soft waist, which is comfortable to hold, I wouldn't even want to pay five thousand."
The smile in Scott's eyes instantly disappeared, leaving only coldness.
Walter was unaware of Scott's change in mood and thought he was just unhappy with the amount of money.
After all, Scott was wealthy and would usually look down on this amount, but he had many underlings, and he would usually delegate something like this to them so they could earn the money.
"I'll add another five thousand for you, no more." Walter increased the price when he saw Scott's lack of response.
Scott chuckled at the offer. "Alright, wait in the alley."
Walter grinned lecherously when he heard the word "alley". "Scott, you really know what to do. You’re saving me the room fee. I'll go to the alley now."
Scott glanced coldly at Walter's back and signaled to his men.
His men nodded and followed Walter, understanding Scott's intention.
Walter waited in the alley for a few minutes. As he was about to take out his phone to call a couple of buddies over, a cloth bag suddenly covered his head.
Soon, a flurry of punches and kicks rained down on him.
He didn't know how many people were attacking him, but each blow was ruthless.
Walter gasped for air, almost passing out from the beating, when he heard someone speaking beside him. "Do you know why you're being taught a lesson?"
Walter trembled. He quickly shook his head, unable to speak due to the pain.
"It’s because of your genitals. If you dare to misbehave again, I'll chop them off and feed them to the dogs. Do you hear me?" The person speaking poked his genitals with a stick, causing Walter to feel like the most crucial part of him was under control. He shook even more violently.
He nodded repeatedly. "I understand. Please spare me, sir."
The man sneered and left with his men.
Walter heard footsteps nearby and started to remove the cloth bag from his head.
Suddenly, someone spat, and Walter felt a mouthful of phlegm land on the back of his hand.
He gritted his teeth and removed the cloth bag from his head, but the people who had just beaten him were already far away.
Walter was both angry and frustrated since he had inexplicably suffered a beating. He felt as if he was going mad in the deserted alley at night.
Suddenly, he stepped on a stick, since he hadn’t been paying attention, causing him to fall hard on his back.
Walter was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. He felt like his coccyx had split open.
A few minutes later, Scott arrived in the alley. When he saw Walter lying in agony on the ground, he pretended to be surprised and walked over. "Walter, what happened to you?"
Walter's phone had just been smashed by those people, so he couldn't make a call. When he saw Scott approaching him, he almost cried out. "Scott, please take me to the hospital. My back is killing me."
Scott quickly went over and used brute force to help Walter up.
Walter couldn't bear it, screamed in pain, and quickly asked Scott to put him down. "Don't, don't touch me."
Scott heard him and quickly put him down.
Walter took a deep breath.
Scott looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where you were hurt."
Walter had been pulled and pushed by Scott and was in so much pain that he could barely breathe, let alone speak. "Help me... call an ambulance."
Scott nodded and agreed, but didn't immediately make the emergency call. Instead, he looked at Walter and asked, "Do you still want that woman?"
Walter was in excruciating pain now. He had no mind to think about women.
He said, "No. Call the ambulance."
Scott then dialed the emergency number.
Inside the bar, Jesse saw Ruth return from the restroom, but Amelia was still nowhere to be seen.
Ruth noticed Jesse's gaze on her and smiled, feeling very pleased.
She held a glass of wine and approached the already-drunk Daniel, saying, "Daniel, let's clink glasses."
Daniel picked up his glass at Ruth's words and clinked it with hers, completely unaware of Amelia's whereabouts.
Jesse's face darkened as he got up from the sofa. He was about to head to the restroom when he saw Amelia walking over from the crowd.
He breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down on the sofa.
As Amelia approached them, she happened to see Ruth and Daniel being urged by their classmates to clink glasses at a table.
When Ruth saw Amelia approaching, she smiled, took the initiative to link arms with Daniel, and looked at everyone with a playful smile. "We're just linking arms to drink. Let's drink. I'm not afraid."
Daniel echoed, "I'm not afraid either!" He was clearly intoxicated.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, they linked arms and drank together.
Ruth looked at Amelia provocatively.
Everyone else noticed Amelia's return, causing a momentary silence in the atmosphere.
Daniel also froze for a moment, suddenly becoming much more sober.
He said, "Amelia."
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