Chapter 943 Counterattack
After waiting half an hour at the restaurant, Rhett's face had darkened like a thundercloud.
He slammed his fist on the table, sending plates crashing to the floor, then kicked both the table and the floor-to-ceiling windows in a blind rage.
When the waitstaff rushed to intervene, Rhett lashed out, striking several of them across the face.
Left with no choice, they called the police. Men like him—emotionally volatile and prone to taking out their frustrations on others—needed to face consequences.
Sunshine Restaurant wasn't just any establishment; it was backed by Brandon himself. Any business that had survived this long in Silverlight City was clearly not one to be trifled with.
Assaulting their staff? Unthinkable.
When Rhett tried to leave, security personnel pinned him to the ground.
"Do you know who I am? Get off me!" he screamed, thrashing beneath their grip.
No one paid his protests any mind. They held him firmly until police arrived, his face pressed against the marble floor, gasping for breath—a fitting position for a man of his character.
The police took him into custody and presented him with the bill for damages: $680,000.
"What the hell could possibly cost that much?" Rhett exploded.
With most of his assets divided in the divorce settlement with Avery, and a significant portion swindled by his recent girlfriend, $680,000 was no small sum.
The restaurant manager calmly itemized each piece of damaged property, adding compensation for the staff's emotional distress and physical injuries.
Defeated, Rhett called his assistant to handle the payment. But his restaurant rampage had already gone viral, and Beck, furious with his son's behavior, refused to bail him out.
Rhett spent twenty-four hours in jail. When he finally emerged, he was a broken man.
"Did you find her?" he asked his assistant, referring to his vanished girlfriend.
"Mr. Murray... she doesn't exist. She claimed to be the daughter of an Arcturus tycoon, but while that man does have a daughter, she's thirty-eight—the ages don't match up."
The assistant shifted nervously. Rhett had met his supposed girlfriend at a socialite gathering where Edward had introduced her as Felicity Bridges, daughter of Alton Bridges, the Arcturus venture capitalist.
Rhett had believed it completely. He thought she was a wealthy heiress coming to his rescue.
Trusting Edward's introduction, Rhett hadn't bothered with a thorough background check. He'd only confirmed that the Bridges family existed in Arcturus and specialized in venture capital—perfect for investing in his projects.
Now it was clear he'd fallen into an elaborate trap.
"Mr. Murray, it appears you've been conned..." the assistant ventured quietly.
Rhett's palm connected with his assistant's face. "You think I need you to tell me that?"
The assistant's eyes welled with tears as he fell silent.
"Take me home!" Rhett barked as he climbed into the car.
"Which home, Mr. Murray?" the assistant asked cautiously.
The Hawthorne Mansion was out of the question—Rhett and Avery were divorced. The Murray Mansion was equally impossible, as Beck currently wanted to strangle his worthless son.
Where could he go?
"A hotel," Rhett snarled, his face contorted with rage. "And find that lying bitch who scammed me!"
Rhett truly had nowhere else. He'd liquidated all his Silverlight City properties to invest in Felicity's "exclusive opportunity" that her father had supposedly offered her. All she needed was a partner, she'd said, and Rhett had eagerly poured in his money for the promised returns.
Now he realized he'd walked straight into her trap.
"Edward!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "He must be behind this!"
The Cunningham Mansion
"Is Nolan alright?" Hestia emerged from the bedroom to help with his luggage. "Go take a shower."
Edward nodded. "Thank you for handling things at the company while I was away."
"I was just doing my job. Jasmine deserves the real credit," Hestia smiled, pouring him a glass of water.
Hestia had the gentle temperament that made her an ideal wife in many people's eyes. But Edward hadn't married her because she fit some traditional role—he'd married her because he wanted her, specifically, as his wife.
"I saw Lily today," Hestia mentioned quietly. "She looked well. She was at the Quantum Leap Enterprises opening. Jasmine and I went to represent you, and Lily was quite bold—even tried to convince me to work for her."
Edward frowned. "She's openly poaching my employees?"
Hestia laughed softly. "Even if I left for the Raymond Group, I'd never work for Lily."
Edward wrapped his arms around her from behind, but before he could enjoy the moment, his phone rang.
"You're back? Get to the office immediately. We need to talk." Nolan hung up before Edward could respond.
After hours, and still being summoned to work.
Edward couldn't believe Nolan's coldness. The man had gotten his partner pregnant before marriage, yet Edward couldn't even spend quality time with his own wife!
Reluctantly grabbing his jacket, Edward grumbled, "Nolan is impossible. I need to go to the office."
Hestia laughed. "Go on, then."
Edward lingered, reluctant to leave his wife's warmth. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep holding her.
But Nolan was being unreasonable.
At the Murray Mansion, Beck sat on the sofa, his expression grim.
"You're saying our raw materials partnership with Silverwood has been essentially terminated?" he asked, barely containing his fury.
Without imported materials, the Murray Group's production would grind to a halt. They couldn't last long.
"Damn it..." Beck hadn't anticipated such an aggressive counterattack from the Powell family.
He'd targeted them covertly—they shouldn't have noticed. How had they managed to strike back at the Murray Group with such precision?
If they couldn't secure a materials supply quickly, the consequences would be catastrophic.
"Lily," Beck said into his phone, his tone threatening, "the Powell family is hitting me hard. Once they're eliminated and you have control, you must immediately contact Silverwood's suppliers and restore our supply chain."
The warning in his voice was clear—if she created more problems, the Murray family would collapse.
After a long silence, Lily's voice came through, sweet as honey, "Of course. After all you've done to help me eliminate them, how could I not help you in return?"
At Vincent's residence, Lily had the call on speakerphone, a smirk playing across her lips.
Vincent reclined on the sofa, watching her with interest.
She was planning to use Beck's company troubles to destroy him completely.
He settled in to watch the show—to see how this venomous snake would devour an elephant.
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