The blonde thug panicked as soon as he heard those words. He quickly leaned into Edd’s ear and whispered, “Mr. Medvedev, this guy is our client! We’ve done our job, it’s time to leave.”
“Leave?” Edd scoffed coldly, taking a step forward. “I said, take that woman to the hotel. If I can’t have her, then no one else will.”
The words left Luther stunned, his mind swirling with confusion. What the hell is going on? Wasn’t this supposed to end here?
He glanced at the blonde thug, who looked helpless and signaled with his eyes that it was his boss’s decision.
Luther had hired this blonde thug, who had sworn on his life that his boss was on board with the plan. Yet here they were, and everything had gone off the rails. It was beyond frustrating.
Luther wanted to curse out loud, but with Georgia right there, he couldn’t risk it. If he slipped up, his cover would be blown, and any chance of winning over Georgia would disappear. From that moment on, he wouldn’t even be able to look her in the eye, let alone pursue her.
So, he swallowed his anger.
The blonde thug tried to say something else, but Edd had lost all patience. Raising his hand, Edd slapped the thug hard across the head and glared at him viciously. “I say what goes, you hear me? Shut the hell up. If you say another word, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
The thug cowered, trembling, and didn’t dare to speak again.
“Grab her! Take Georgia away!” Edd barked, his voice loud and commanding.
What had originally been a simple job had now taken a darker turn. Edd had never seen a beauty like Georgia before. Tonight, he was determined to have her. He was confident that with his skills, he could make her submit to him in just one night.
He didn’t care about the client anymore. A woman like Georgia was worth far more to him than money. And besides, the client was just some outsider-why give him the satisfaction?
Luther’s heart sank. Damn it, I’ve dug my own grave this time.
He realized that if he didn’t run now, he was in for a serious beating. Forget Georgia-his own safety came first.
As the thought crossed his mind and he prepared to flee, Edd lunged at him from behind. With a flying kick, Edd struck Luther square in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. Luther tumbled over before coming to a stop, gasping for air.
“Teach him a lesson first!” Edd snarled, pointing at Luther. “Make sure he remembers it!”
The group of thugs immediately swarmed Luther, unleashing a brutal flurry of punches and kicks. In moments, his once-pristine designer suit was covered in dirt and footprints. The once-dignified Luther now cut a pathetic figure, beaten and humiliated.
The blonde thug seemed the most enthusiastic, venting his frustration with each punch. “This is all your fault, you idiot! You’re the reason I got slapped! I’ll beat you to death, you moron!”
Standing to the side, Georgia had been holding her composure. But now, seeing Luther being mercilessly beaten, fear took hold of her. She pulled out her phone and frantically tried to call the police.
But before she could dial, Edd roared, “Oh, so you’re calling the cops now?”
Georgia froze, and her phone slipped from her trembling hands, clattering to the floor.
Looking up at Edd, her voice quivered as she tried to reason with him. “Don’t do anything rash. There are cameras everywhere. If you do this, you’re just sending yourself to prison.”
“Prison?” Edd burst into laughter. “I’m no stranger to that place. I go there more often than I go home. And every time, I’m out in less than fifteen days. Do you really think you can scare me with that?”
“Enough!” Edd shouted at his men. They stopped their assault, leaving Luther bloodied and barely conscious. His once-polished image was completely destroyed.
The thugs were still panting from their exertion, muttering curses under their breath.
The blonde thug, still not satisfied, delivered one last kick to Luther and spat, “You disgust me. You look all fancy, but you’re scum. Disgusting!”
Luther lay on the ground, utterly defeated. He glared at the blonde thug in despair. This bastard! He took my money, swore everything would go smoothly, and now he’s beating me like this? Unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous.
“Take her! Now!” Edd ordered, his face lighting up with a sinister grin. “I can’t wait any longer.”
The thugs surged forward, emboldened by Edd’s command. Georgia, desperate, grabbed a knife and fork from the table and held them in front of her like weapons.
“Stay back! Don’t come any closer!” she shouted, her voice trembling but resolute.
The blonde thug sneered, his grin widening. “Really? You think that’ll stop us? You should just give in. If you stay with Mr. Medvedev, you’ll live like a queen. Whatever you want-money, power-it’s yours.”
“Get away! Stay away from me!” Georgia yelled, clutching the utensils tightly.
Luther, still crumpled on the floor, watched Georgia’s futile resistance. Tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his face. With great effort, he raised his hand in her direction and cried out weakly, “I’m sorry, Georgia. This is all my fault. I failed you!”
In truth, Luther wasn’t crying out of regret for Georgia’s situation. It was the pain from his injuries that had brought him to tears. Still, he figured he might as well make it dramatic.
What if Georgia saw this and felt sorry for him? What if she forgave him and decided to give him a chance?
That thought gave him the idea to play the victim.
“Shut up!” Edd growled, noticing Luther’s pathetic display. He stomped over and kicked him again, hard. Luther cried out in pain, his face contorting in agony.
“You spineless idiot! Stop your whining!” Edd spat at him, literally. The humiliation was unbearable for Luther, a once-renowned music star. Yet here he was, beaten to a pulp in a dingy restaurant.
As the thugs closed in on Georgia, a commanding voice suddenly thundered from the doorway:
“Anyone who dares to lay a finger on Mrs. Scott will pay with their life!”
The voice was powerful, authoritative, and deafening. It carried such weight that it seemed to shake the entire restaurant.
Everyone froze, turning toward the entrance.
An older man, dressed in an elegant suit, strode into the room. He appeared to be in his sixties, exuding an air of sophistication and authority. His presence alone was enough to command the attention of everyone in the restaurant.