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being the founder of the boxing clubs.
He was not at a disadvantage when fighting eight people alone simultaneously.
Soon, four of them were defeated, and the remaining four naturally became bodyguards.
After the name list was finalized, Trevor asked the four of them to stay.
And then he assigned them tasks.
Two people worked the night shift and the other two the day shift, protecting Preston and Lianne, respectively.
The four bodyguards were quite excited.
“Understood.
We will do our best.” Trevor nodded coldly.
“Be smart.
Call me as soon as you notice anything amiss.” “We understand,” the four of them replied.
Lianne whispered, “Trevor, it’s almost lunchtime.
Let’s have lunch together.” Trevor nodded, saying to the bodyguards, “Let’s have lunch together.” “All right,” the
four of them replied.
“The food at Jotcham Clubhouse is good,” Lianne said.
“Then let’s go to Jotcham Clubhouse,” Trevor replied.
Ever since Lianne saw Trevor fight with the eight people, the way she looked at him had been different.
She now had an indescribable feeling.
She couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him.
But she felt that it was a little inappropriate for her to do so.
Each time Trevor looked at her, she would immediately look away.
She had never been like this before.
Now, she even didn’t dare to look him in the eye.
When they arrived at Jotcham Clubhouse, they wanted a VIP room.
However, because they hadn’t made a VIP room reservation, there were no VIP rooms available for them.
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Lianne was about to call the boss of the clubhouse when Trevor said, “Shall we eat in the lobby?” “All right.
There’s an unoccupied table over there,” said Lianne, pointing at a table not far away.
They walked toward it.
Jared, Hagen, and David were eating, drinking, and chatting in a VIP room.
Hagen’s seat was facing the door of the VIP room.
In the blink of an eye, he saw Lianne and Preston walk past the door.
He blinked hard immediately.
He could see clearly.
The three of them had been talking very loudly just now.
At this moment, Hagen suddenly lowered his voice and said, “Hey, Jared.
Preston and some other people are here to have lunch.” “Really?” Jared asked subconsciously.
“Yes.” “Am you not wrong?” “No, I’m not.” Hagen was certain.
He was only 42 years old this year.
He was not an old fool.
How could he be wrong? Jared’s eyes flashed with a cold light.
He said in a lower voice, “Hagen, an opportunity has come.” Hagen’s lips twitched.
“I’ll go now.” David reminded, “Be natural.
I’ll help you.” Hagen nodded.
“I’ll pretend to pay the bill.” David stood up.
“I’ll pretend to go to the toilet.” The two of them left the VIP room one after the other.
Hagen went to the counter.
“Hello, I am paying the bill.” “1,744 dollars.
I’ll give you a discount.
I will charge you only 1,700 dollars.” The cashier said politely.
Hagen stood at the counter and pretended to be answering a phone call.
“What? Might she be sentenced to seven years’ imprisonment? So long? Mr.
Gebb, my elder sister didn’t do it.
It was Preston and his younger sister who had set my elder sister up… How could I have evidence? If I had
evidence, how could my elder sister be detained…” While talking on the phone angrily, Hagen seemed as if he had
suddenly seen Preston.
He didn’t even hang up the phone and rushed toward Preston.
“Preston Blake, you bastard.
You have framed my elder sister.
I’ll fight it out with you!” Looking at Preston’s position, Hagen planned to rush over, knock Preston into the wall, and
then reach out and grab Preston’s head to hit it against the wall.
David pretended to go to the toilet and was about to rush over to help Hagen.
As soon as David got closer, however, he saw Hagen’s body fly into the air and crash into another unoccupied table
in the lobby.
Hagen was kicked by somebody.
He was kicked by somebody with appalling force.
Everything on the unoccupied table fell to the ground as it was knocked over.
David immediately went over to criticize Preston.
“Preston, you’ve gone too far!” He also wanted to find an opportunity to knock Preston’s head.
However, the two bodyguards on the left and right of Preston look at David with sharp eyes.
David didn’t know what to do.
Then, he immediately helped Hagen to stand up.
“How are you?” Hagen was kicked by Trevor, which almost caused Hagen’s soul to leave his body.
Getting up with David’s help, Hagen cursed, “Preston Blake, I’m not done with you on this matter.
Uh, my abdomen hurts.
I’m going to die.
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I want to sue Preston Blake.
Please call an ambulance for me.
I’m in so much pain…” He was in real pain, but he was also faking it a little.
He suddenly came up with an idea after being kicked.
“If I can’t turn Preston into a fool again, I will call the police and make a big deal out of the matter.
“If it can be categorized as intentional injury, Preston Blake may be put in prison.
“At the very least, I can ruin Preston Blake’s reputation so that he will get support from nobody else in the
company.” As he was thinking, he heard Trevor say coldly, trator and every debt has its debtor.
I was the one who kicked you.
It has nothing to do with Preston.” Lianne looked at Trevor’s side face.
Her heart was pounding.
She had always felt that Trevor was her younger brother.
Only now did she realize that Trevor was especially handsome and manly.
“It was Preston Blake who had told you to kick me,” Hagen shouted.
Trevor said coldly, “Have you called an ambulance? Hurry up and call it now.
Otherwise, your wound will heal quickly.
Oh, I remember that you don’t have a wound.” “You!” Hagen felt like he was about to die from anger.
Trevor sneered.
“You were rushing over to cause trouble, while I was just defending myself.
You were lucky that I just kicked you once.
Do you believe that if I had a knife in my hand, I would have slashed you, which would be called stress defense?”
“You!” Trevor scoffed.
“If you want to extort people, go back to school and study law first.
Scram!”