Chapter 535 Right or Wrong, It Didn’t Matter
Dermot released his grip from Lucia’s throat, shooting a glance at Blake. “You're Evey's father. I'll give you that much respect.”
To Dermot, extending this courtesy was indeed a favor to Blake. On any other day, Lucia would not have been let off so easily.
But did Blake need Dermot's gestures of respect? Not at all. Whether it was in the modest Moris City or the sprawling expanse of Columbia, respect was something Blake was used to doling out, not receiving.
He had never been pleased with Evelyn marrying Dermot, and their subsequent divorce only deepened his disdain. Now, Dermot was acting so arrogantly, and it didn’t sit well with Blake at all.
Once the bodyguard had successfully escorted Lucia to safety, Blake finally spoke. “Kid, strutting around is fine, but you better have the chops to back it up.”
His face was expressionless, but his words were icy. “Know where you stand. Don't go around causing trouble.”
Dermot raised an eyebrow, unphased. “Are you suggesting you’re going to make a move against me, Mr. Kyte?”
He glanced at Blake’s bodyguards—twice the number Lucia had, and each one looked tough as nails.
“Overwhelming someone with numbers isn’t my style,” Blake said.
Dermot remained silent, knowing Blake still had more to say. “Let's make it one-on-one. Lucia is my daughter after all. Don’t push a father too far. I have to demand some justice for her.”
“Even if she is in the wrong?” Dermot asked with a light chuckle.
“Yes, right or wrong, it doesn’t matter.”
Blake nodded without hesitation, adding, “That goes for Evelyn too.”
His daughter deserved some privileges. If Lucia did something wrong, Dermot could just tell Blake, who would discipline her. Dermot shouldn’t nearly strangle her like that.
To Blake, Dermot’s actions were more than just a slap in the Kyte family’s face. It was a declaration of utter disrespect.
Hearing that he would treat even Evelyn the same, Dermot actually found a bit of reason in his words. If it was for her benefit, he could accept it.
He gave a nod, signaling Blake to make his move.
Blake wasted no time. “Just a lesson,” he directed the middle-aged man by his side, “No need to be lethal.”
“He seems to be friends with Evelyn,” Blake thought, “I’ve just patched up my relationship with her. I don’t want to stir any unwanted emotions because of Dermot.”
The middle-aged man nodded in comprehension. But Dermot cracked a smile.
Was Blake so confident in his victory? Dermot hadn’t lost a fight in his life, and he wasn’t about to start now.
The scuffle drew quite an audience who kept to the shadows, finding the whole affair amusing and preferring to watch the drama from a distance.
Among them was Greg, who'd been there since Lucia started causing trouble for Dermot. Now, witnessing Dermot squaring off against Blake's guy, he felt his night was well spent.
Whipping out his phone, he snapped a series of photos from a short distance and pulled up the messaging app to send them to Evelyn but hesitated.
He figured he'd wait until the fight was over.
If Evelyn showed up now, it might spoil the main event.
After all, he was rather keen on seeing Dermot get what was coming to him. That guy was seriously asking for it.
The middle-aged man started trading blows with Dermot, which took even Blake by surprise. His right-hand man, who’d served him loyally for years, hardly ever met his match, except for a few from other well-known families.
It turned out that Dermot wasn't just all talk—he had some real fight in him.
Still, in the end, he was no match for the more experienced combatant.
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