Chapter 946 Beck Angers the Crowd
Avery's Residence
Lying in bed, Avery gazed down at her slightly swollen belly. This pregnancy had come entirely unexpectedly.
She had considered using her pregnancy to request house arrest instead of prison time, but she genuinely hadn't intended to exploit Edgar or this child.
"Avery, Beck went after Connor again," Charlotte knocked softly at the door.
Avery's expression darkened into a cold smile. "Beck seems to have too much free time on his hands..."
"Apparently my warning meant nothing to him." Avery rose and opened the door to face Charlotte.
"Avery, get your ass out here!"
At that very moment, Rhett's drunken shouts echoed from outside.
Rhett had discovered Avery's deception—how she had played him like a fool.
"Avery, you bitch! Come out here right now!"
Rhett continued his tirade.
Avery narrowed her eyes. "Well, isn't this convenient? He's delivered himself right to my doorstep."
She had been contemplating how to teach Beck a lesson, and now Rhett had presented himself as the perfect opportunity.
"Don't stop him. Let him in," Avery instructed, walking to the living room and taking a seat on the sofa.
Charlotte looked concerned. "Avery, you're pregnant..."
"You think he's any threat to me?" Avery clearly didn't view Rhett as a danger. "Everyone step out when he comes in. Don't enter unless I call for you, and adjust the security cameras."
Charlotte nodded, clenching her fists in hatred. Men like Rhett deserved whatever was coming.
Outside, the intoxicated Rhett burst into the living room, jabbing his finger at Avery. "You manipulative bitch! You've been playing me from the start, haven't you?"
"Haven't you?!" Rhett screamed, completely unhinged.
After years of toying with women, Rhett couldn't handle being outmaneuvered by one. "Answer me, Avery!"
Avery stared at him as if he were pathetic, deliberately remaining silent.
Her cold indifference only enraged him further. He lunged forward, grabbing her throat. "You've been planning this since before you went to prison, haven't you?"
Avery frowned but didn't resist, letting him make the first move.
"If I'm going down, Avery, I'm taking you with me!"
Rhett, now completely unhinged, rushed to the kitchen to find a knife.
"You played me! I never even touched you after we got married, and this is how you repay me!" Rhett screamed, swinging the knife at her.
Avery dodged as he began tearing at her clothes.
"I never touched you—why? I married you even though you were carrying someone else's bastard! I gave everything to the Hawthorne Group, and you just threw me away!"
Rhett attempted to force himself on Avery.
She could have fought back, but she waited.
She was waiting for the perfect moment—when her actions would clearly be self-defense, not excessive force.
"Rhett! Get off me!" Avery made a token struggle, curling her legs to protect her belly in case his rage turned truly dangerous.
Seeing her minimal resistance, the alcohol-emboldened Rhett grew more aggressive, using his size advantage and the knife to threaten her. "Don't move. Move and I'll kill you."
Then he began groping her.
Avery smiled coldly. This man would indeed die at a woman's hands someday.
Reaching for a decorative object on the nearby table, she smashed it against Rhett's head with full force.
Rhett collapsed immediately.
Avery tossed the object aside and screamed, "Help! Someone call the police!"
Now Rhett wouldn't just suffer—he would go to prison. Exactly what he deserved.
"He attacked me with a knife, tried to rape me..." Avery pointed at Rhett, feigning terror.
The security guards rushed in to find Rhett unconscious on the floor.
"Don't touch him. Call the police first."
When the police arrived, Rhett was still unconscious and was taken to the hospital.
The security footage clearly showed Rhett's drunken entry, his knife attack, and his attempted assault on a pregnant woman.
The evidence was irrefutable.
"Avery, are you alright?" Charlotte asked after sending the lawyer to handle Rhett's case with the police.
Avery shook her head.
"Scum like him should rot in prison forever," Charlotte said furiously.
"Contact his previous victims. Tell them to prepare their evidence and file reports. With multiple charges, he'll never see daylight again," Avery said in a low voice.
Charlotte nodded, eyes glistening with tears. "Avery, thank you on their behalf. You're a good person."
Avery shook her head.
She wasn't a good person.
Her greatest regret was witnessing her father abuse Connor as a child and being too frightened to intervene or tell Marshall.
Perhaps out of guilt, or because of unresolved trauma, she had since stood up against any injustice she encountered. She learned martial arts and self-defense, striving to become stronger, yet never truly healing that wound from her past.
Avery always felt she owed Connor.
If Connor had wanted to take over the Hawthorne Group, she would have helped him against Owen without hesitation.
But Connor had no interest in the company—he only wanted to be left alone.
Since he wanted a normal life away from it all, these bastards had no right to harass him! She'd thought with Owen imprisoned, no one would hurt Connor anymore. She'd believed with Owen rotting behind bars, Connor might find some peace.
But then Beck appeared.
"Charlotte," Avery called as Charlotte was about to leave. "Alert the media—make this story huge. Expose Beck's dirty laundry too. Find more victims willing to publicly accuse him. The Murray family needs... a reality check."
After giving Charlotte her instructions, Avery called Beck.
Beck initially ignored her calls, playing hard to get.
After several attempts, he finally answered.
"Avery, dear. Didn't our families cut ties? Why are you calling me?" Beck asked condescendingly.
"Your son broke into my home with a knife and attempted to rape me. I've called the police. If you don't want him to spend the rest of his life in prison, you'd better get to the station quickly." With that, Avery hung up.
Beck and Rhett weren't close, but Rhett was still a Murray. His disgrace would affect the entire family.
Beck would have to handle this. Keeping Beck busy would prevent him from harassing Connor.
Connor's Apartment
Tom sat silently on the sofa for a long time.
Connor had retreated to his bedroom.
He had just revealed his past to Tom—the first time in over twenty years he'd opened up about his painful history to anyone.
He had truly accepted Tom as a friend.
Though he still pretended to find Tom annoying at times.
Before going to his room, Connor had told Tom to think carefully about whether he wanted to continue living there. The choice was his.
Connor felt tainted and feared Tom would see him that way too.
But Tom was simply shocked by Connor's past. He couldn't understand why this would make him want to move out. He had no intention of leaving—instead, he wanted to kill Owen and destroy Beck.
Consumed by rage, Tom sat in silence for a long while before finally standing up, grabbing a kitchen knife, and storming out.
Owen was already in prison, but Beck wasn't.
In his impulsive fury, Tom didn't consider the consequences.
He only knew that someone as decent and honorable as Connor should never have suffered such cruelty.
What right did those monsters have to hurt him?
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