Chapter 166 Your Ex-Husband Is Now By My Side
Daphne on the other end of the line was silent for a good two to three seconds before she realized what Gavin was rambling about.
Before she could ask, Gavin went on, "He just tried to poison me, but he didn't count on my unmatched martial skills; a trivial poison can't harm me!"
"Have you been drinking?" Daphne cut to the chase, her question prompted by his delusional rant and unusual tone of voice.
"How could I? Don't you remember I never touch alcohol?" Gavin's earnest tone almost had Daphne convinced if it weren't for his next sentence, "It's a 'poison' Charles administered. Though I managed to purge some, there's still some residue affecting my mind."
Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose, with mixed feelings.
Ever since he got drunk years ago and caused a ruckus at home, his uncle had decreed that he could not drink more than three glasses going forward, fearing another drunken spree of mayhem.
But now… After composing herself, she asked in her calmest tone, "Where are you now?"
"Can't tell," Gavin said mysteriously.
Daphne was speechless.
Gavin sneaked a glance at Charles and whispered to Daphne, "Your ex-husband is right beside me, he wants to use me to threaten you, don't fall for it!"
"Just hand him the phone," Daphne sighed, exhausted.
"No way," Gavin replied firmly.
If it were someone else, they might not have been able to handle the situation. But Daphne knew Gavin well enough to play hardball to pinpoint his location, "There's nothing 'no way' about it. I'm the best of the best, Charles can’t do anything to me."
Gavin fell silent for a while, pondering whether it was feasible or not. He stared at Charles for a moment and said pointedly, "But I feel like Charles is also a dark horse, maybe he's the mysterious figure matching your rank at the top."
Daphne and Charles was dumbfounded.
"Daffy, you better not come over yet, I can handle this," Gavin decided after weighing the options, "If you come, he will take you out and be the unrivaled number one."
Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose. Where was her knife? She felt like ending Gavin.
"Gavin," Daphne, at the end of her patience, finally played her trump card, "If you don't give me the address, I’ll have your mom disable your fighting abilities."
"No way!" Gavin objected instinctively. Daphne stayed quiet, waiting for him to obediently give up the address. She remembered how, during a past incident when Gavin caused trouble while drunk, nothing she did could stop him; he was like a wild mustang that had broken free. It had only been a word from his mom, armed with a feather duster, that had calmed him down.
A minute went by, and the other end of the phone remained silent. Just as Daphne wondered what went wrong, Gavin's resolute voice came through, "I've thought it over, my fighting abilities mean nothing compared to your safety, I won't let you take this risk."
Daphne furrowed her brows in deep thought, again.
"He's here with me," Charles chimed in, unable to stand by any longer with his deep voice breaking the silence.
Daphne exhaled a breath of relief, feeling somewhat reassured, "Okay."
Gavin tossed the phone aside, "Charles, how dare you lure my sister into a trap, I'm going to beat you until you're down and out!"
Daphne heard this just before hanging up, and the anxiety she had just released came flooding back. Thinking about Gavin's knack for causing chaos, she immediately hung up, worried that if she was a step too late, Gavin might just tear the whole building down.
"Grandpa, something urgent came up, I have to rush over," Daphne explained briefly, "I'll come to visit you again next time."
"Do you want Grandpa to send someone to take you?"
"No need, I can handle it. You should get some sleep."
After saying this, Daphne ended the call.
Daphne rushed toward Charles as quickly as she could. She was always so precise with her drinking, even when enjoying a soup or a beverage with others, always keeping her alcohol intake in control. Why was she so utterly drunk this time?
Over at Charles's place, the scene was chaotic. It was like a barnyard where the chickens had flown the coop and the dogs were running wild.
After hanging up the phone, Gavin, taking himself for some sort of martial arts maestro, became suspicious of Charles's motives and initiated a confrontation.
Charles wasn't about to throw a punch at a drunkard, especially one who was Daphne's cousin. One wrong move with too much force could lead to serious injury, and that would surely drive a wedge even further between him and Daphne. Besides, Gavin was too intoxicated to even feel pain.
With a "bang" and a "crash," noises resounded through the apartment.
Charles, looking at his living room that now resembled the aftermath of a raid, struggled to keep his composure, "Gavin, if you keep this up, the neighbors downstairs are going to complain."
‘Neighbors? Complain?’ Gavin halted in his tracks and then blurted out, "What do I care? If I don't take you down today, I'll be letting Daffy down." Those words were the start of the brawl.
Charles originally planned to let Gavin make a scene, at most just lock him in a room to keep him from causing trouble. But he underestimated the situation, regardless of being restrained or warned, Gavin was gleefully uncontrollable, like an overexcited Siberian husky.
Before he knew it, more than an hour had passed.
Charles watched the figure hopping on his bed, and a chill enveloped him.
"You're not the mysterious man who stands shoulder to shoulder with Daffy," Gavin blurted out, standing on Charles's bed and looking menacing, "Your ex-husband, let me teach you a lesson."
Charles was at a loss for words. He had wanted to call Daphne to ask where she was but then realized that Gavin had smashed his phone to smithereens.
Gavin, fists clenched, charged toward Charles with full force. But after only one step, his dizziness got the better of him and he toppled onto the bed.
Seizing the moment, Charles quickly wrapped him up in the comforter, tying a knot so that he couldn't escape. Gavin's head was the only part of him free, just enough to breathe. Realizing he was trapped and couldn't move, he panicked, "Charles, if you dare touch me, the thousands of disciples from my school won't let you off easy."
"I'll look forward to that," Charles replied icily, his voice void of warmth.
For peace and quiet, Charles stuffed a towel into his mouth.
Gavin struggled furiously, but immobilized and muffled, he couldn't make a sound.
"Stay put right here," Charles instructed as he finally found a rope and re-secured the makeshift binding even tighter, "You'll be free when Daphne arrives."
Gavin grunted incoherently, his face a mixture of urgency and frustration.
Charles swiftly turned and left, intending to grab his tablet to send a message to Mark, asking him to prepare a cellphone.
Gavin desperately struggled and somehow managed to roll off the bed onto the floor. Thankfully, the alcohol in his system meant he didn't feel the pain from the fall.
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