Unfinished Business with You

Chapter 69

“Get your head out of the clouds!” Fueled by rage, Olivia got hold of the man’s arm as she took a step forward to throw him over her shoulder deftly while wearing an arrogant expression.

Two other men arrived at her doorstep while they were still caught up in their fight, to which Robin responded by wearing a complacent smile. “You’re being ungrateful, Olivia, so let me teach you a lesson today.” He then yelled toward the two men, “Get a hold on her!” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Soon enough, Olivia was closed in by the two men while holding a cold and piercing gaze on her expressionless face. “Eugene will arrive at any moment, Robin. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Robin sneered. “Don’t even think about intimidating me with such a ruse! Who do you think you are? Eugene will never even spare a glance at a b*tch with a child!” He then turned to the other two men before giving his orders, “Come on, us three will capture her and have some fun with her!”

Although there was only a slim chance at winning against three men, Olivia had no choice but to face them head on. She drew a breath before turning to launch a kick at the man closest to her, then ducked into the house. However, Robin seemed to have read her mind as he quickly followed suit without even giving her time to close the door.

The three men entered without a hitch, while their combined efforts gave Olivia a hard time. When her attention was occupied by the two men, Robin launched himself forward to hold her on the waist from behind while spouting words of debauchery, “Cease the pointless struggle! Why don’t you have fun with us?”

One of the men approached her with excitement as he said, “Yeah, that’s how it’s done! Compared to close-quarters combat, she seemed to do better while fighting from a distance, so we will close in on her like this!”

The man who took a kick and fell on the ground earlier quickly got up and came toward them.

“Fatty, hold her while I go find some rope!” Robin commanded, which the fatter man obeyed by holding her in an even tighter clutch.

Olivia’s struggles were futile, so she could only watch as Robin retrieved a rope from somewhere within the house. In the ensuing silence, she retained a stern expression while supporting herself on the man behind her to kick Robin away from her when he approached her with the intent to tie her up.

The hard kick resulted in Robin sliding a few meters backward on the floor, which ended with his head bumping onto the TV cabinet behind him. The pain threw him into a fit of rage as he cursed then grabbed a vase from the TV cabinet to fling it toward her head, “You signed your own death warrant, you f*cking b*tch!”

A breeze blew past Robin during that instant before he got kicked on the back, which caused him to land on the coffee table. The tea set laid out on it was swept off the table in the ensuing crash as he scolded, “For f*ck’s sake! Who’s there?” His first reaction was to look for the person who kicked him, but his vision failed him before he could take in the figure, as a vase was shattered on his head.

The sound it made was indescribable, as it was a mix of both a blunt and crisp noise. All he knew was that he literally saw red, which he recognized as his eyes got covered by the blood oozing out from the wound on his head.

“You sure are courageous, Robin.” The cold and murderous tone of the voice sent a chill to the core of his being as Robin realized Eugene had arrived.