Chapter 533 Are You Scared Now?
Seeing that he was surrounded by bodyguards, Dermot furrowed his brow. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Lucia echoed with a smirk, amused by his question. She stepped right in front of him, chin lifted as she assessed him. "Weren't you the one acting all tough before? Threatening to show me no mercy? I thought you were someone to be reckoned with."
Before looking into his background, she had assumed he might be from some secluded elite lineage. After all, she knew almost all of the heirs from Columbia's top families, and Dermot was an unfamiliar face.
But she could hardly contain her laughter upon discovering the truth.
He was nothing more than a small-time power player in Moris City, and yet he acted like he ruled the world.
Coming to a place filled with powerful people like Columbia and daring to strut around—he was fool, utterly oblivious to the danger.
"Kneel down! Apologize to me," Lucia demanded, determined to vent her rage.
This man was, after all, Evelyn's ex-husband. If he groveled, it would be a slap to Evelyn's face, and that would amply lift Lucia’s spirits.
Dermot didn't move. He just looked at her indifferently. "And what if I refuse?"
Lucia scoffed and gave her bodyguards a nonchalant wave, signaling them to go after him.
But Dermot wasn't rattled. He calmly took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. The next second, he was tussling with the oncoming bodyguards.
Initially, Lucia watched with glee, expecting Dermot to end up kneeling before her and beg for mercy. However, as the skirmish went on, her smile gradually disappeared.
Her team of more than a dozen bodyguards was no match for Dermot!
"Useless! All of you, utterly useless!" Lucia roared.
She whipped out her phone and began to dial furiously, "Stop him! I'll see how tough he really is!"
As soon as the call connected, she summoned her back up. "Think you're tough enough to take on more than ten? Well, what about twenty? Or even thirty?"
At that moment, Lucia had but a single thought—to make Dermot kneel and apologize today, no matter what.
But just after she could end the call, her entourage lay strewn across the floor, knocked out, and Dermot stood right in front of her.
The man was like a demon straight from hell, a gloomy look on his face. Without waiting for her to speak, his hand was already gripping her chin.
"Let... let go," she gasped, struggling to breathe under his grasp, her eyes wide with terror.
In his gaze, she saw the intent of murder—he truly wanted to kill her.
Lucia was scared. This man was a devil! No wonder he had a thing for someone like Evelyn.
Dermot didn't loosen his hold. In fact, he squeezed tighter. "Didn't you want me to kneel and apologize? What's wrong? Are you scared now?"
"I..." Lucia couldn't find the words to say.
"I've had it with your attitude," Dermot hissed. "Taking you out will save Evey from further trouble." It was clear that Lucia had orchestrated tonight's events to embarrass Evelyn. And now, Dermot had tallied up the score in his mind.
He thought it was perfect she came to him—it’d be easier to end it now.
Lucia couldn't speak, but she could hear Dermot’s every word, her eyes widening in utter disbelief.
"I'm from--I belong to the Kyte family..." She tried to remind him of her powerful lineage to intimidate him from harming her.
But struggling for air, her face beet-red, she couldn't finish her sentence.
"With you gone, the Kyte family will have only one daughter. Isn't that perfect?" Dermot’s laugh was devil-like.
At that moment, the consequences of killing Lucia didn't cross his mind at all. All he could focus on was that she had targeted Evelyn—she deserved to pay.
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