Chapter 62 Who Dares to Harm My Woman

Daria was suddenly hit in a vulnerable spot, infuriating her to the point where her whole body trembled. "You, brat, what did you say? How dare you say that I didn't manage my husband properly? It was clearly your mother, that slut, who seduced my husband first."

Elena, feeling dizzy from hunger, became even more frustrated. She gathered her courage and retorted, "Stop calling my mother a slut. Do you think you're so noble? You're old and ugly, far worse than my mother. No wonder Grandpa Robinson fell in love with my mother at first sight and even gave her our family heirloom. If it weren't for you refusing the divorce, my mother might have been Mrs. Robinson by now..."

"You..." Daria trembled with anger, her frail fingers pointing at Elena, trembling.

"You wretched woman, how dare you spout such nonsense. Beat this wretched woman to death..."

The two bodyguards immediately rushed in from the entrance and grabbed Elena from both sides. They slapped her twice across the face, causing stars to dance before Elena's eyes.

Daria coldly watched as Elena was pummeled by the two strong bodyguards. She felt as if it were Sarah being beaten. Over the years, she had hated Sarah so much that if it weren't for the old master's intervention, she would have gone to Sarah's house and beaten her to death.

All the pent-up anger from those years was now unleashed on Elena.

Already weakened by hunger, Elena lost all strength while being beaten mercilessly by the two bodyguards, and she was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Daria laughed joyfully, feeling much relieved as she watched Elena collapse onto the ground.

Only when Elena laid there motionless did she coldly say, "She belongs to you tonight. Let her know the power of men."

The two bodyguards were thrilled, knowing they would have some benefits tonight. They quickly expressed their gratitude, "Thank you for the reward, Madam."

"Don't kill her; leave her half-dead..." Daria's eyes revealed a cruel smile. "Sarah, you brought this upon yourself. You took my man, and now I will take a hundred times more from your daughter. Don't you enjoy being played by men? Let your daughter enjoy it to her heart's content!"

"Yes, Madam!" The two bodyguards lowered their heads and respectfully exchanged a lewd look.

On the ground lay a girl with delicate and beautiful facial features, seemingly destined for a life of indulgence...

At midnight, after the security guards of the Robinson family finished their shift, they rode their motorcycles into a small alley.

Suddenly, a steel rod pierced into one of their motorcycle wheels, causing the bike to stop abruptly. The guard was thrown off due to inertia.

He landed on the concrete ground and took a while to regain consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of shining leather shoes, fitted trousers, and, under the streetlight, a face with distinct features, most of which were concealed by a large pair of sunglasses.

He felt the person's towering presence and an icy, regal aura.

A large hand reached down from above, gripping the guard's collar, and lifted him up. Then, forcefully pressing him against the electric pole...

"Are you the security guard of the Robinson family?" Nabil asked.

The security guard nodded quickly. The influence of the Robinson family in England should not be underestimated, and they demanded respect in every circle.

"Have you seen this woman?"

Nabil took out a photo and placed it in front of his eyes.

The girl in the photo was extremely beautiful, wearing a white dress and standing barefoot on the sandy beach by the sea. She smiled like a white rose. With her delicate face, it was clear at a glance that she was the girl who had delivered the jade bracelet to the villa that day.

A look of astonishment appeared in the security guard's eyes, but he quickly composed himself and shook his head like a tambourine.

"I have never seen her!"

"Are you sure you haven't seen her?" Nabil repeated again.

With a pained expression, the security guard shook his head, saying, "I don't know who you are, and I don't know who this girl is. Why would I lie?"

Nabil slowly released his grip, and the security guard let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a fist flew towards him, hitting his nose with a sharp sting. Before he could recover, another punch followed, and then more punches rained down on him.

He was beaten black and blue, and then Nabil stomped on his chest with a knife in his hand, making a cut at his neck.

"Listen, we have some grievances with the Robinson family, but we don't want to kill innocent people. If you insist on seeking death, for the Robinson family, it's simply the loss of a security guard that can be replaced tomorrow. But your family and children will never find peace. Make your own choice; I don't have much patience left."

The security guard was terrified, struggling for breath. Blood dripped from his nose and the corner of his mouth. He could only exhale, unable to take in any more air.

After a long while, he nodded in panic, "Yes, I have seen her..."

"Tell me more!" Nabil loosened the pressure on the security guard's chest.

He pulled the guard up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. With a bitter smile, the guard said, "Three days ago, a girl came with a bracelet, saying she was looking for Grandpa Robinson. My master, Grandpa Robinson, went abroad for medical treatment due to poor health. I reported it to Madam. Now, Madam is in charge of the household. Later, when Madam found out, she had me bring the young lady in. I only know that Madam has kept her under house arrest, I don't know anything else."

Nabil then grabbed his chin and narrowed his gaze.

"If I give you a couple more cuts, will you remember more?"

Terrified, the security guard wailed, "No, I remember! She was very beautiful! I heard Madam gave her to two bodyguards to play with..."

Before the security guard could finish his words, another fierce punch struck him. This punch had much greater force than before, sending the security guard flying.

"Master, his words may not be true."

Hassan intervened.

With a cold and stern face, furrowed eyebrows, he clenched his fists, and the joints of his ten fingers made cracking sounds. Although he wore sunglasses, Nabil could still sense how scary his master's gaze was; a storm was about to arrive.

"Call Timothy Robinson immediately and tell him I want to see him," Hassan gritted his teeth and spoke with a cold and ruthless tone. "Is anyone from the Robinson family tired of living, daring to play with my woman?"

"What about the security guard?" Nabil asked.

Hassan's gaze turned icy. "Dare to touch my woman? Does he still want to live?"

"Is it a good idea to do this?"

"Good? When have I ever been threatened? He slapped my face like that and expects me to submit to him?"

"Understood, master!" Nabil waved his hand, and two bodyguards immediately walked over. Nabil quietly gave them instructions, and they turned and headed toward the spot where the security guard was thrown.

Ouch! The first sensation Elena regained consciousness was the fiery pain on her face. She struggled to open her eyes and found a tall figure standing there, staring at her.

Where am I? Am I still locked up by Daria?

"Are you awake?" the man bent down, his tone sounded unfamiliar.

Elena closed her eyes again and, after a while, reopened them. It was only then that she saw that she was no longer in the previous room. She was in another large bedroom with a modern feel, and a handsome man stood beside the big bed.

The man was wearing a gray suit, had fair skin, a genteel and handsome face, and a pair of glasses with gold rims. He had a tall and upright figure, with bright and sharp eyes.

Seeing her open her eyes, he smiled and bent down. "Are you awake? Is there anywhere that doesn't feel comfortable?"

Elena looked at him in confusion. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The man smiled, "This is the Robinson family!"

The Robinson family! Elena's expression immediately changed. She anxiously scanned her own body, still wearing the dress she had on when she left home that day, as if nothing bad had happened to her.

Thinking back to that night, Daria's grimacing face, Elena still felt lingering fear. She quickly got up from the bed.

"I want to leave here, I want to leave this place!"

"Don't worry, your wound hasn't healed yet. Don't be afraid, no one will harm you here."

The man spoke with concern, reaching out to support Elena. It was then that Elena carefully scrutinized the man in front of her again.

"Who are you?"

"Forget about introducing myself, I am Timothy Robinson, and you must be Elena, right?"

Timothy Robinson! The young master of the Robinson family? Grandpa Robinson was also charismatic throughout his life, but there is only Timothy Robinson left.

Son, also known as the big brother Annie mentioned.

"Can I, can I meet Annie?"

This man had a fairly pleasant face; on the contrary, he had a faint aristocratic temperament, which didn't seem at all like Daria's son.

"Don't worry, you will meet Annie, but your current physical condition doesn't quite allow it. Once you're feeling better, I will arrange for you to see her. I just had our family doctor treat your injuries, and you will recover soon."

Elena immediately forgot that this treacherous old lady was the mother of this charming young man, and she felt a little more favorable towards Timothy Robinson.

Perhaps this favorable impression came from the fact that Annie often mentioned her big brother, making her believe that this man was truly Annie's big brother...

In fact, Elena had many questions to ask Timothy Robinson, such as the scandal involving the last photo, and the relationship between Timothy Robinson and Hassan.

Just as she was about to speak, there came a sound of hurried footsteps from outside, mixed with pleading voices spoken in low tones.

"Madam, you can't go in. Young Master has strictly instructed not to allow anyone in..."

"Get out of my way. It's my own son's room, what's there that I can't enter?" Daria's deep voice resounded, and soon the sound of footsteps came from the door.

Elena took a sharp breath, looking at the entrance in fear.

That cursed old witch, why did she insist on targeting her?