Chapter 37
Bernard walked over and gently squeezed Gisele’s hand. He whispered, “Gigi, let’s be wise here.
It’s better not to pick this kid, okay? Trust me.”
She couldn’t help but smile wryly at his words. She had never considered epting,
Johnson’s proposal. She treated him like a younger brother. So, how could she ever consider being
with him?
Just as Gisele was about to shake her head, a tall figure pushed through the crowd.
Without a word, the man’s hand came down hard on her face.
Her ch*ek stung as it was turned to the side, and it swelled visibly within moments.
“Bitch! Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Jefferson! Embarrassing yourself is one thing, but who the hell
are you trying to drag the Meyer family down with you?”
The man’s words were slurred due to alcohol.
Yet, Gisele stood tall. Her slender frame seemed particrly fragile amidst the crowd.
At that moment, her once hopeful eyes brimmed with sorrow. She stared at her brother, Gordon
Meyer, as he continued to hurl insults at her.
“What are you staring at? Do you have a problem?” He raised his hand again, as if to strike her into
submission.
Dorian’s cold gaze swept over them. Hisrge hand swiftly intercepted Gordon’s. “That’s enough.” This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.
A contemptuous snort could be heard, as if mocking them.
But Gordon remained oblivious and tried to curry favor with Dorian. “Mr. Jefferson, don’t worry. Our
family would never produce such disgraceful offspring.
“If she refuses toply, I’ll hit her until she does. I’ll ensure she bes the perfect wife for
you!”
Gisele felt a chill enveloping her, like she had plunged into an icy abyss.
While Dorian’s actions felt like needles piercing her heart, Gordon’s felt like a death sentence.
Despite being siblings, Gordon treated her like an enemy. He even wished she was dead.
“What gives you the right to hit someone? We live in a society governed byws!” Johnson
criticized him bluntly.
Cearly intoxicated, Gordon chuckled dismissively.
“What gives me the right? I’m her brother. And who do you think you are, kid? Do you really think
you’re good enough for my sister? Mr. Jefferson, what’s your take on this?”
Dorian raised an eyebrow and smirked. “How dare youpete with me for a woman?”
He might not have wanted her, but that didn’t mean she was up for grabs.
Johnson’s eyes zed with anger, and his fists clenched as he moved to strike Dorian.
But just as his fist was about to connect, Jon appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Johnson’s
hand, sending him awkwardly to the floor.
“Stop!” Gisele shouted.
Ignoring her plea, Jon stepped on Johnson’s back and deliberately exerted force.
As the bystanders realized the altercation had escted into physical violence, those wary of legal
consequences hastily dispersed.
Even those who had intended to capture the scene on camera deleted their photos cautiously,
afraid of bing Jon’s next target.
With the crowd dispersing, the once bustling night market felt eerily deserted.
Jon lifted his foot from Johnson’s back, who struggled to rise. But he was knocked down again
before he could regain his footing.
Then, Jon pressed his foot onto Johnson’s fingers with chilling indifference as he deliberately
increased the pressure.
Gisele’s eyes welled with tears as she copsed beside Jon. Desperately, she clung to his foot and
shook her head. “Please, don’t be so merciless!
After all, Johnson was just a young man. Crushing his hand would be devastating for him. Those
hands were as vital to him as his very life. They were his means of survival.
With tear–filled eyes, Gisele looked up at Dorian. She cried and shook her head desperately.
Dorian, please let him go. I lied to you earlier. I never wanted to be with him. I swear.”
When hearing Gisele’s words, Dorian let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. But seeing
her cry so bitterly for a stranger still made him uneasy.