Chapter 512
Chapter 512
Chapter 512 Strip Him Bare
"Very well. If that's your choice, then you will suffer the consequences," Arthur hissed.
He was disappointed. Elspeth just twisted the knife of despair even deeper into his heart. However,
before he could say anything else, he started choking on himself. Callum was tightening his grip on Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
Arthur's throat, blocking his windpipe.
The explosion was done by Callum's men to distract Arthur. They finally caught up to Arthur's car and
smashed the door open. They were relieved to see Arthur pinned down. The man in the lead dragged
the driver out of the other car and tossed him over to Callum.
"Got him, sir."
"Don't kill me. I did nothing, I swear!" Thinking that he might die that night, the driver almost pissed his
pants.
"I won't kill you." Thinking that it was inconvenient to keep his hold on Arthur's neck, Callum swiftly took
the knife and held it against his throat. "You're worthless, anyway." Callum looked at the driver.
"Yes, yes. Please spare me." The driver knelt on the ground, shivering in fear.
Angered by his driver's cowardly performance, Arthur shot him a venomous glare. "You useless oaf."
The driver kept his mouth shut, though he wouldn't stop trembling.
Callum pushed Arthur over to his men and told them to keep an eye on him. He quickly pulled some
tissues and tried to stop Elspeth's bleeding, but no matter what he did, the blood wouldn't stop. Her lips
were getting paler by the second. There's no time to lose. Callum ordered, "Strip the driver bare and
toss him somewhere crowded. As for Mr. Winthrop here… Well, he's the president of Bluestone Corp.
Can't humiliate him too much. Strip him bare and step on him. Then, toss him somewhere really
crowded." Then, Callum added, "Also, toss them into different places. Don't want anyone to recognize
them, after all."
The man in the lead chuckled and rubbed his hand. "No problem, sir. I know what to do."
"I know you do." Callum nodded and took Elspeth to his car. Then, he drove her to the hospital.
Once Callum was gone, the leader of the gang turned his attention to the stubborn Arthur and slapped
the man. It wasn't a hard slap, though Arthur felt humiliated. "What are you looking at, punk? Do you
really think you're high and mighty? You're just a nobody."
Callum had received the same treatment half an hour ago. And now, it's my turn. Arthur hated this, but
he couldn't do anything about it. If he tried anything stupid, the men would humiliate him even more.
Thus, he smirked politely. "What's so good about him? You're wasting your talent working for Callum.
Why don't you work with me? I promise—"
Before Arthur could even finish his sentence, the man punched him in the face. "Shut it. Do you think I
care about money?"
Arthur staggered backward before standing firmly. He wiped the blood off his lips and continued, "I'm
just trying to be nice. Working for him has no future. But if you work for me, I can give you riches and
power. A job. A great job."
"Oh, shut it. Your promises mean nothing. I don't care about your money. Money and fame aren't my
dreams. And besides, Mr. Winthrop is way better than you. You might scapegoat us one day. Getting
backstabbed isn't exactly a good job in my eyes. Now, shut it."
He gave his men a look, and they pinned Arthur and the driver down.
"You'll regret this! Everyone who crosses me will!" Arthur yelled.
"Come at me, sonny. Daddy's waiting," the leader mocked.
And his men burst into laughter.
Arthur looked at the men. Guess there's no escaping this. He could only watch helplessly as the men
stripped the driver bare. Then, they stepped on Arthur like he was trash. His coat was creased, and his
collar was torn. Arthur looked like he had just gotten beaten up.
In the end, the men tossed Arthur and the driver into east and south Damoria. Even though there
weren't many people out due to the rain, there were still some who noticed Arthur. They huddled closer
and whispered among themselves, wondering who Arthur was.
Thanks to his face covered in mud, nobody recognized him, yet the crowd was amused nonetheless.
They laughed at Arthur as he slowly got back up. This isn't the first time.
Last time, Callum told his men to strip Arthur bare and toss him into a crowded spot. He was humiliated
back then. And now, the same thing happened again. This is annoyingly familiar. Hatred welled in his
heart, and Arthur roared, "F*ck off!"
Thinking that Arthur might be mad, the crowd quickly went away, and only Arthur was left. He was
shivering in fury. Never have I ever been humiliated like this. And it happened twice, no less. Damn
you, Callum. I'll kill you! And I'll make you pay, Elspeth!
…
Callum watched silently as Elspeth was getting bandaged up.
Noticing his dour mood, the woman said, "I know you're down because of what happened. We'll make
Arthur pay for what he did to you."
He shook his head and held her hand. "That's not the only thing I'm bothered about. You didn't have to
do as he told you. You could've refused. He wouldn't have hurt you. You don't have to care about me."
Callum didn't like that Elspeth played along with Arthur's plan just for him.
"What? Do you expect me to watch as his men insult, abuse, and even kill you?"
He smiled bitterly. "But seeing you doing something against your will hurts me more. I don't want you to
do that to yourself."