Chapter 536 Ryder Again?

"Bastard? Donna, don't play that sweet act with me," Tyler growled, nipping at her earlobe. "You know what I live for? Breaking girls like you! So quit pretending and give in, Donna!"

But just as Tyler's hand reached further, his smile froze. "You really are a man?"

Donna replied, "Yes, I really am, I just have a fetish for women's clothing! So please, Mr. Young, let me go!"

Unexpectedly, Tyler's next words made Donna's heart sink.

"Bastard, should I call you a little beauty or a little handsome? I've never tried someone like you before. It should be interesting!"

"You!" Donna closed her eyes, making a decision in her heart!

Deep down, there was still a part of her that clung to purity—a part she refused to betray.

Better to die than surrender! Mom, I'm sorry! I've failed you! If there's a next life, I'll make it up to you! I'll be the son you always wanted—no rebellion, no confusion, no transformation! This cruel world—good riddance!

Just as Donna was about to bite down on her tongue, a deafening BANG shattered the silence.

The private room door flew open, kicked in with a force that sent it slamming against the wall.

Tyler and Donna looked over simultaneously.

At the door stood a man.

It was Ryder!

With an unhappy expression!

Donna felt that the man who broke in looked familiar, but the name was on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't say it.

Tyler, however, recognized Ryder at a glance.

He scrambled away from Donna, his voice sharp and mocking, "Ryder, you've got a real knack for showing up where you're not wanted!"

Ryder didn't bother to respond, walked up, and helped Donna up.

He asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Donna stared at him, her body rigid, disbelief written all over her face. "You're… Ryder? Ryder from college?"

When Ryder nodded, Donna managed a weak, bitter smile.

Truth was, in her twenties and in the prime of her life, Donna had secretly hoped someone would come to her rescue—her parents, her friends, or even a stranger dialing 911.

But never in a million years did she expect it to be Ryder, her old college roommate, the last person she thought would show up.

Back then, Ryder had moved back to Houston for what everyone called a matrilocal marriage Meanwhile, Donna had headed overseas for grad school.

Life got busy, and they lost touch.

Donna asked Ryder, "Do you have anything sharp on you?"

Ryder handed over a set of car keys with a delicate little knife on it.

He reminded, "Don't be impulsive, now is not the time to kill Tyler!"

In some ways, Ryder understood the college-era Donna!

Gentle on the outside but strong and volatile on the inside!

Donna's lips curled up. "Who said I was going to kill him!"

With that, Donna directly slid the knife across her left palm!

Blood spurted out!

"What are you doing?" Ryder hurriedly stopped her.

Donna looked at Ryder and explained, "Tyler seems to have given me some kind of drug! I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and might rape you!"

Sure enough, as the blood flowed from her left palm, Donna became a bit more alert.

At this moment, Tyler spoke up, "Hey, Ryder, I didn't expect you to be gay! That's not a problem, I'll give you this person! You just trade your wife Sarah for him! How about it?"

Ryder's gaze fell on Tyler, his eyes releasing a cold light. "Tyler, if you dare touch Sarah, I told you, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Tyler shot Ryder a look like he was nuts. "Wish I were dead? Ryder, you really think just 'cause you're big in Houston, you can mess with me here? Maple Group's still just an outsider trying to crash the elite. Trust me, you and your little empire are gonna crash and burn. I've got all the time and resources to make sure I enjoy every second of it!"

Ryder ignored him.

At this moment, Rex walked in, cracking his knuckles.

"Ryder, I've taken care of those bodyguards and thugs outside!"

Ryder nodded, pointing in Tyler's direction. "Beat him up! Just don't kill him!"

"Got it, Ryder!"

Rex stomped his foot and walked menacingly towards Tyler.

He kicked Tyler in the stomach.

"Ah!"

Tyler, who had intended to resist, was kicked away, his back and head slamming hard against the wall!

He could feel at least one of his ribs breaking!

The pain made him cough uncontrollably, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The movements were clean and swift!

Even Ryder was impressed by Rex's combat skills!

Rex didn't stop, stepping on Tyler's arm.

He asked Ryder, "Ryder, should I cripple one of his arms?"

Seeing Ryder nod, Rex twisted his foot!

Tyler let out a piercing scream, the pain spreading through his entire body, making him wish he could die on the spot.

In his mind, his hatred for Ryder burned hotter as he screamed, "Ryder, if you've got the balls, kill me now! Otherwise, I'll make you regret letting me live!"

Ryder casually picked at his ear and said, "I already told you, I'm letting you live."

"Then Ryder, I'll keep beating him!"

Ryder made an OK gesture.

Tyler screamed and cursed Ryder, "Ryder, you bastard, do you know whose place this is? You dare to mess with Clara's Breeze Club! Clara has connections in the Capital City! If something happens to me, you'll pay with your life!"

Ryder sneered, "So, you're tapping out? I might let you off the hook—if you apologize to my friend Donna. Then maybe, just maybe, you'll walk outta here tonight."

Tyler bit his lower lip, his eyes showing hesitation.

At this moment, another group of people appeared outside the door, a dozen black-clad bodyguards escorting a flamboyant woman inside.

The woman was in her thirties!

Tall and sexy.

Full of charm!

It was the club owner, Clara!

"Damn, you've got the nerve to lay a hand on Mr. Young? You got a death wish or what?" Clara barked as she stormed in. "So, you two roughed up Mr. Young and took out my guys outside?"

She truned to the bodyguards besider her. "You two! Get Mr. Young on his feet, now!" Her tone was ice-cold, dripping with authority.

Rex blocked the way, not letting the two bodyguards approach Tyler.

Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as she snapped at Ryder, "Do you even know where you are? This is the Breeze Club. I'm the one who runs things here!"

It was obvious to her that Ryder was the one calling the shots.

Ryder gave a slight nod. "Alright, what do you want?"

Clara casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

With a flick of her wrist, a dozen black-clad security guys moved in, surrounding them with a chilling vibe.

Every single one of them was packing a pistol.

She smirked, "So, what's your story? It's been a while since I've seen someone with your kind of balls."

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