Chapter 292 Don't Give Face
Eddy sighed in relief. Luckily, he made it in time.
He held his phone tightly, the screen still lit up, displaying an urgent message sent ten minutes ago.
Eddy: [Myron!]
Eddy: [Your wife is being bullied!]
Eddy: [Hurry over!]
Myron held Luann in his arms, exuding a fierce aura that couldn't hide the chilling coldness. He lowered his head, looking at Luann.
With indulgence and emotion, Myron said in a low voice, "Fool."
He knew that if it weren't for him, Luann wouldn't be standing here enduring all these insults, nor would she explain a word.
Luann raised her head, locking eyes with Myron. She pouted her red lips, her sweet words echoing in everyone's ears like a timid tone. "Honey, they ganged up on me."
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched in unison. Only Myron, dispelling all the coldness, smiled gently.
He said, "Don't worry."
"I won't let any of these people off."
Upon hearing this, Wilber instantly became agitated.
Without his usual gentleness, he immediately started cursing loudly, "Myron! Have you lost your mind?"
"Luann has already betrayed you like this, and you're not even angry?"
"You probably know you're ugly, just lucky to have a wife; how dare you be picky."
"Thought the mighty Myron of the Curtis family was so powerful but ended up being played by a woman!"
Myron slowly released Luann.
Seeing this, Wilber's eyes lit up slightly, thinking his provocation had worked on Myron. So he continued, "With your status, you can have any woman you want; why bother with a ruined woman!"
"Let me tell you, Luann wasn't a virgin before she married you! Only a fool like you would treat her like a treasure!"
"I hate touching dirty things the most."
A cold and ruthless voice emanated from Myron's icy lips.
The next moment, everyone felt a blur before their eyes.
Before they could see clearly, Myron had already grabbed Wilber by the collar and ruthlessly slammed him to the ground.
With one foot, he stomped fiercely on Wilber's chest.
A spray of blood erupted from Wilber's mouth, splattering his face once again.
Myron's eyes darkened, revealing an unfathomable depth of icy danger, like the deep sea, exuding intense peril.
Wilber weakly coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with astonishment and horror.
"Why are you still standing by Luann's side?" Wilber asked.
It was so obvious, with the green hat on his head, that Myron had pretended not to see it.
Myron's slender neck tilted lightly, his chilling words sounding like a death emerging from hell.
He spoke each word deliberately, sending shivers down everyone's spine, "Because."
"I am Luann's benefactor."
The crowd stared in disbelief.
They saw the man with a hideous face and scars all over it raise his hand.
The next moment, a human skin mask fell off.
A stunningly handsome face, flawless and surprising, appeared before everyone's eyes!
The most shocked were Juliet and Ally, who had just been helped up.
"It's impossible!" Ally said.
How could the man she had despised for years look like this?
People looked at Myron and then at the man in the video and found that they were indeed identical!
What was going on, actually?
Wilber spat out another mouthful of blood in anger.
Someone whispered, "If this continues, this man might be killed by Myron, right?"
Coincidentally, Vito overheard this. He looked at the raised cameras, his brow furrowed, and reminded softly, "Myron, don't make a big fuss."
Myron gave him a cold glance and withdrew his foot from Wilber's chest.
Wilber exhaled, readying himself to stand. But a sudden kick to his waist sent him sprawling face-first into the ground.
Myron calmly walked over from his back.
Wilber's head tilted, and he passed out directly.
Everyone heard the clear sound of Wilber's ribs breaking.
They couldn't help but shudder, and no one dared to say another word.
This was not a man; this was a demon!
Juliet trembled in fear more than shock. She had no time to think about why Luann's benefactor had suddenly turned into Myron.
She only knew that she had gotten involved in today's events.
If Myron didn't spare even Ally, kicking her, then if she stayed, she would undoubtedly meet a bad end!
Ally exclaimed in astonishment, "This is impossible! You were disfigured! Why does your face..."
Myron's eyes remained calm. He said, "It's healed."
Ally's teeth chattered, her brain spinning rapidly.
"Now that Ally has no other issues, I'd like to ask a question."
"Are you satisfied with the situation today, Ally?"
Myron stepped forward, his tone intimidating.
Ally trembled as she backed away, saying, "You wouldn't dare lay a hand on a woman, would you? You're still a man, after all!"
That kick had left her with internal discomfort, her stomach churning.
Although Myron's incredibly handsome face bore a smile like a divine palace, it sent chills to the core. Especially when Ally met Myron's gaze directly, she felt as if there were countless invisible hands tightly controlling her limbs. The mental torment was excruciatingly painful.
Because she knew very well how terrifying Myron's reputation had been over the years, and just now, under Vito's advice, he had even knocked Wilber unconscious!
So what would he do to her?
As everyone held their breath, Myron let out a low, mocking laugh.
He said, "Ally, I'm truly sorry."
"In my worldview, people are divided into two categories."
"One is Luann."
"The other is strangers."
Seeing Myron about to act, Peter, as the elder brother, naturally wouldn't stand by. He casually walked towards Ally, trying to block Myron's line of sight, saying, "I'll handle this matter. After all, today is a day for the North family..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Myron's figure flickered and mysteriously disappeared from in front of him.
At the moment when Ally's scream rang out, Peter heard the voice of death. "Why give a face to those who hurt me?"
