Chapter 275 Hitting Where It Hurts
Preston’s words hit Tilda like a hammer, each syble dripping with arrogance.
What did he <i>mean</i><i>, </i><i>iming </i><i>she </i><i>hoped he’d </i><i>marry </i><i>her</i>? <i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell</i><i>! </i>
The suggestion made her stomach turn. It was beyond revolting.
Tilda’s temper red white–hot.
The pleasant buzz from her earlier drinks evaporated instantly.
Even if Preston dropped dead right here, it wouldn’t satisfy her fury.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone right in front of him,
In one fluid motion, she uploaded another video of Reba crawling across the floor, acting like a deranged animal, to multiple international websites.
When he finally caught on and grabbed for her phone, it was already toote.
Preston’s face contorted with rage. “Tilda, hand over that phone!”
He lunged forward to forcefully snatch the phone from Tilda’s hands.
Since Tilda was the one posting the videos, if he could just ess her ount, he could delete the videospletely.
But then…
A sickening crack split the air, followed by a snap.
The unmistakable sound of something important breaking.
Preston’s eyes widened in shock.
Excruciating pain exploded through his entire body.
He copsed, clutched his crotch and releasing an agonized howl that echoed through the bar.
His face turned beet red as veins bulged across his forehead. Wordspletely failed him.
Every man in the vicinity instinctively crossed their legs.
Holy crap.
That sound just now
<i>Had </i><i>Tilda </i>just <i>nailed </i><i>Preston </i><i>right </i>in <i>his </i>most <i>vulnerable </i><i>spot? </i>
The lighting was too dim to catch exactly when her leg shot out like lightning.
Such precision! Targeting a man’s weak spot! Quick! Dead–on! Merciless!
She truly lived up to her title as the Queen–even her methods of neutralizing men were absolutely wless. One strike to end the fight permanently, ensuring he’d never be a threat again.
But she wasn’t finished.
Tilda grabbed a champagne boule from the nearby ice bucket.
She shook it violently and aimed it directly at Preston’s head.
Preston was writhing in too much agony to dodge anything.
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Pop!
The cork shot straight into Preston’s forehead.
A huge bump swelled up instantly.
Champagne erupted everywhere, drenching Preston from head to toe.
His clothes, pants, hair… nothing was spared.
Everything waspletely ruined!
Only after thisplete humiliation did Tilda feel the disgust from Preston’s words begin to fade.
Everyone tactfully backed away, giving Tilda plenty of room to work on her fallen victim..
The crowd was so captivated by the spectacle that theypletely forgot to pull out their phones.
They were all wondering what new torture methods Tilda would unleash next.
Absolutely savage!
They were actually starting to pity Preston!
In all their nights watching Tilda humiliate people at Nightingale Bar, Preston was definitely receiving the most brutal treatment they’d ever witnessed.
Tilda reached for the champagne bottle, ready to smash it over Preston’s head.
“Preston!”
A familiar shrill scream rang out.
The corner of Tilda’s mouth twitched slightly.
K came running over and crouched beside Preston. “Preston, are you okay?” she asked with concern. “What happened? Tilda…”
“K! Tilda!”
Justin and Kayden also rushed over.
Tilda thought, <i>What </i>kind <i>of </i><i>cursed </i><i>evening </i>was this?
<i>What </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>cursed </i><i>coincidence </i>was <i>this</i><i>? </i>
All these pieces of trash showing up one after another.
Tilda deeply regretted never taking her mentor’s mysticism lessons seriously.
At least then she wouldn’t keep running into low luck every time she went out.
She probably wouldn’t be able toe to Nightingale Bar anymore–it was too easy to run into people she knew.
“Justin, Kayden, please help Preston! Oh my God, Preston’s hurt so badly!”
K couldn’t lift Preston alone.
Justin and Kayden quickly moved to assist.
“Preston, are you alright?”
“I–I’m fine.”
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Chapter 275 Hitting Where It Hurts
Each word seemed to cost Preston tremendous effort.
His breathing came in short gasps, and the veins on his forehead looked ready <i>to </i>burst.
It was genuinely frightening.
But Preston couldn’t admit weakness<b>. </b>
Because he was injured down there.
The embarrassment would be unbearable.
In front of K and everyone else, Preston needed to maintain his image.
He just needed somewhere to sit and recover properly.
“Tilda, what exactly happened? Why were you two going at it like that?”
K looked at Tilda with tears streaming down her face, her voice soft but demanding answers.
Since Justin and Kayden had wrapped up theirtest project, they had significant free time ahead.
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They’d even turned down new opportunities–partly because they needed rest. Money meant nothing without peace of mind.
Also, they wanted to spend quality time with family and fulfill Dominic and Wade’s request–to bring Tilda back to the Jensons and help her embrace the love that was rightfully hers.
Given how deep the rift ran between Tilda and the Jensons, Justin and Kayden had spent an entire day discussing it without reaching any solutions.
They’d decided to bring K to Nightingale Bar to unwind and lift everyone’s spirits.
After all, K’s performance had flopped yesterday, and she’d been noticeably down ever since.
They never expected to walk straight into this chaos the moment they stepped foot in Nightingale Bar.