Chapter 5

Seeing me smile, Kyle flew into a rage, roaring, "You bastard, what are you smiling at?"

"Believe it or not, I'll make sure you never smile again in your life!"

My voice was soft, carrying a hint of chill, as I looked at him.

"You're about to be disfigured."

Hearing my words, Kyle's eyes widened.

His face turned darker than the bottom of a pot.

"You bastard, how dare you curse me!"

"I won't let you get away with this."

He rolled up his sleeves, walking toward me.

But in the next second, he fell to the ground.

"Ah!" He screamed, hand clutching his face.

"Kyle, your face!"

His friends couldn't help but speak up.

Kyle pulled out his phone to look, screaming even louder.

He covered the bleeding side of his face, glaring at me.

My gaze fell on the broken glass that suddenly appeared on the ground, lips curving slightly.

Kyle was furious. He rushed at me. "You crow's mouth! Who told you to curse me!"

"Since you have such a foul mouth, I'll make sure you can never speak again."

My nails dug into my palms, voice hoarse. "You wouldn't dare!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I dare? I'm going to marry Riley in the future. You're a powerless nobody. Why wouldn't I dare touch you!"

He signaled to the people around him.

I was immediately restrained.

He pulled a switchblade from his bag, walking toward me step by step.

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson about running that mouth of yours."

"Even if you stab through my throat, I'll recover."

As those words left my mouth, a golden light flashed in my pupils.

But it was too fast--no one noticed.

He moved quickly, the blade aiming straight for my throat.

The pain made my whole body struggle, but I couldn't make a sound.

Seeing me like this, Kyle was extremely pleased.

"This is what trash deserves."

Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. The pain in my throat made cold sweat pour from my body.

My vision darkened. I felt like I couldn't hold on much longer.

The butler ran over to Kyle.

"This is exactly how to deal with shameless people like him."

"Men like this who interfere with other people's engagements deserve to be punished."

I bit my tongue, the metallic taste keeping me conscious.

Kyle dusted off his hands, raising an eyebrow.

"Right, such a disgusting man should have his legs broken. Let's take him to the garage and teach him a proper lesson."

He looked at me like trash, disgust in his eyes.

"Grab him."

As soon as he spoke, a voice came from behind.

"Who are you people, and what are you doing at my Foster family's doorstep?"

"Adrian!" I heard Damien's voice.