Chapter 132 How Are You Going to Mess Around with Me?
The room full of socialites went dead silent, all eyes on the door. Clara was the first to break the silence, her laugh dripping with sarcasm, "Mr. Tudor?"
By now, Owen had made his way over to Clara and Elizabeth. His brows knitted together, and his voice was sharp, "Let her go!"
"Mr. Tudor," Clara said, stopping her grip on Elizabeth's scalp and sneering at Owen. "You used to treat Elizabeth like your toy, but now she's Alexander's prisoner, which makes her my toy and my fiancé's, not yours anymore. But hey, since you're Alexander's cousin, if you want in, go ahead. I heard you tried to mess around with Elizabeth back then. Your methods were more intense, but you got scared off by her? How funny! Alright, Owen, come on, join us. Want to compete with this tramp?"
"Yeah, this method is more intense. I'm in!"
"Mr. Tudor! Go for it!"
"We're with you, Mr. Tudor!"
"Mr. Tudor, you failed to mess around with Elizabeth before, but we hope you succeed now!"
The socialites cheered.
Owen wasn't the imposing figure he used to be. Six years ago, he could shake things up in Aldoria with just a stomp, thanks to his powerful cousin, Alexander.
But in those six years, everyone in Aldoria saw that Alexander, following Marcus's orders, didn't harm Owen but didn't hesitate to take over the Tudor family's businesses.
And he had good reasons for it.
Every time, the Tudor family's businesses were on the brink of bankruptcy, drowning in debt. With no other options, Owen's mom, Sarah, would cry and beg Alexander to buy the Tudor family's shares.
In just six years, the Tudor family's assets dwindled to just the real estate business, which was still standing because of a 30% stake in the Windsor Group.
Otherwise, it would've collapsed too.
The Tudor Group, once worth billions, now had less than a billion left, with the rest under the Windsor Group's name. Who would still respect Owen now?
Plus, Owen had always been lazy and unambitious.
So, at this moment, the socialites in the private room, led by Clara, all mocked Owen.
Elizabeth, who was being held down by Clara, stayed calm, just like when Owen first met her.
But it was different.
Six years ago, when Owen first met Elizabeth, she was cold but seemed pitiful and helpless. Now, Elizabeth was still cold, but that pitiful helplessness was gone.
There was a calm composure in Elizabeth's eyes.
No matter how deep the abyss before her or how unbearable the situation, she could face it calmly, thanks to the inner strength she had developed over the past six years.
Owen's heart was even more moved.
He glanced at Elizabeth, wanting to say something but held back. Instead, he turned to the seven socialites led by Clara, his voice tinged with a bit of sadness, "Yeah, the Tudor family has fallen, and you all look down on me, making fun of me. I get it, and I can take it. But one thing's for sure, I'm still Alexander's cousin, and he won't ignore me. And another thing, Clara!"
Owen sneered, "I don't know if you're really Alexander's fiancée! All I know is that Elizabeth, the woman you brought, is someone Alexander captured, and he's very particular about his people. Even if she's a prisoner, he won't let anyone touch a hair on her head. Do I need to spell out the consequences for you? Clara, don't say Elizabeth is a prisoner for you and Alexander. Elizabeth is his, not yours! Never mind what you mean to Alexander. To me, you're just a joke!"
Clara shouted, "You bastard!"
Owen didn't even look at Clara, just at the seven stunned socialites, sneering, "Do you all have a death wish? Bullying Elizabeth, whom Alexander brought back, along with this idiot Clara? Do you want to end up in jail, courtesy of Alexander?"
"Sorry, Mr. Tudor, I'm leaving."
"Mr. Tudor, I'm really sorry, please forgive me. I'll leave right away!"
"Please, Mr. Tudor, I'm begging you. I'll do anything, just don't tell Mr. Windsor."
"Let's get out of here and apologize to Mr. Tudor."
The socialites were terrified, begging Owen for forgiveness.
"Get out!" Owen shouted.
The socialites left Clara in the private room, quickly fleeing the scene.
"Come back! " Clara shouted and cursed after them. No one paid her any attention, all disappearing without a trace.
In a fit of rage, Clara raised her hand to hit Owen, but before she could land the slap, Elizabeth slapped her hard.
"You bitch, how dare you hit me. I am Alexander's fiancée!" Clara yelled, touching her cheek, staring in shock at Elizabeth, who slapped her right cheek hard again. Still not satisfied, Elizabeth kicked Clara in the stomach, knocking her down. Then, Elizabeth stepped on her face, saying, "Clara, listen up. I don't care whose fiancée you are! I only know that I'm Alexander's prisoner, and my time is almost up. If I get the chance, I won't let you off easily."
With that, Elizabeth stomped on Clara's face repeatedly.
Clara wailed, fearing her face would be disfigured, and covered her head with her hands, rolling around like a rat. Wherever she rolled, Elizabeth stomped madly.
"Help!" Clara cried.
Seeing that Elizabeth had almost beaten Clara to a pulp, Owen finally grabbed her out and shut the door, leaving Clara crying inside. He pulled Elizabeth to the end of the corridor before stopping, then smiled at her. "Elizabeth, your temper is still the same as before. Remember..."
Elizabeth looked calmly at Owen, cutting him off, "Mr. Tudor, you saved me, how do you plan to play with me?"
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