Chapter 7 Unexpected Confrontation

• Chase had taken on many bodyguard tasks.
• He protected individuals of high status and influence or those who held significant sway in society.
• Unlike someone like Wessel, who was insignificant in comparison.
• Wessel's smug laughter faltered abruptly.
• The room fell silent.
• "Hahahahaha..."
• Wessel's laughter resumed, even more brazen than before.
• Then, he turned his sneer toward Sydney. "Ms. Saffer, I extended a job offer to your husband so kindly, only to have him dismiss it as beneath him!"
• "Pray tell, is your husband exclusively a protector of the dignitaries?"
• Wessel's sarcasm left Sydney feeling deeply mortified.
• "I apologize, Mr. Preston. My husband was merely jesting. Please, do not take offense," Sydney quickly interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension.
• However, Chase interjected, "How did you know about my previous work as a bodyguard for dignitaries?"
• "Chase! Be silent!" Sara exploded, unable to contain her frustration any longer.
• You're just a penniless idler devoid of ambition and full of empty boasts!
• She deeply regretted bringing Chase along.
• This man was nothing but trouble!
• "Mr. Preston, please disregard him. He enjoys boasting. Allow me to propose a toast," Sara attempted to steer the conversation elsewhere.
• After that, nobody paid any heed to Chase.
• After a few rounds of drinks, Sydney made her request. "Mr. Preston, I have a favor to ask. Please vote against it at the shareholders' meeting the day after tomorrow."
• Intentionally, Wessel frowned and regarded Sydney before responding, "This favor is neither trifling nor insignificant, Ms. Saffer. It hinges on your cooperation."
• "Feel free to make your request, Mr. Preston. I will endeavor to meet your terms."
• Of course, Sydney could sense Wessel's implication. She spoke up, inquiring about his terms.
• In response, Wessel tossed a room key card from his pocket in front of Sydney.
• "Ms. Saffer, if you're available tonight, join me in my room for a drink. If we enjoy each other's company, then we can discuss everything else," Wessel proposed.
• Sydney's expression immediately soured. "Mr. Preston, please refrain from such jests."
• Sara also voiced her disapproval. "Mr. Preston, is there some misunderstanding?"
• "Misunderstanding?" Wessel sneered sarcastically. "Do you take me for a fool?"
• "Sydney, you've already been disowned by the Saffer family today! Do you still believe yourself to be the heiress of the Saffer family? You're nothing more than a stray now. What pretense is this?"
• "Mr. Preston, please exercise restraint," Sydney implored, her face pale with indignation.
• "I care not for restraint!" Wessel boasted arrogantly. "If you were still the heiress of the Saffer family, I might afford you some respect. But now, you're naught!"
• "Realize, you're the one begging me! When one begs, one must be prepared. Your only remaining asset is your beauty! Serve me well, and I may deign to assist you. But challenge me, and I'll side with Hailey against you! Be prepared to lose everything!"
• With that, Wessel laughed triumphantly once more.
• In truth, a few days prior, Hailey had approached him, apprising him of Sydney's predicament.
• With the shares at his disposal, Wessel held the power to sway the shareholders' meeting's outcome.
• As Sydney approached him, he was confident in his ability to manipulate her.
• Hence, he had already secured a room.
• However, upon Sydney's arrival today, Wessel was taken aback to find her accompanied by her husband. Upon inquiry, he discovered that her husband was nothing more than a dependent, bolstering his audacity.
• Thus, in the presence of Sydney's husband's eyes, he attempted to exploit her vulnerability.
• "Mr. Preston, it's ungentlemanly to prey on someone's weakness," Sara said through clenched teeth.
• "Don't lecture me on gentlemanly conduct!" Wessel sneered. "This world is cutthroat! I've offered you an opportunity; now, the choice is yours," he stated, crossing his legs.
• Disgusted by Wessel's conduct, Sydney grabbed the room card, poised to return it to him.
• 'Bang!'
• Three screams echoed through the room as Wessel clutched his head in agony.
• Sydney and Sara were dumbfounded by the unforeseen turn of events.
• "You! How dare you strike me!" Wessel pointed accusingly at Chase.
• Unfazed, Chase retorted, "You're nothing but a joke. What do I have to fear?"
• "Fine! You've got guts," Wessel said, reaching for his phone. "I'll have someone deal with you right away! If I don't shatter your legs today, call me a liar!"
• Sydney and Sara glared at Chase furiously.
• They hadn't anticipated his impulsive recourse to violence.
• Yet, what astonished them even more was Chase's lack of concern.
• Instead, he grinned and remarked, "You won't be able to summon any assistance today."
• Infuriated, Wessel retorted, "If you think I can't call for my men, just wait and see! I'm connected with Mr. Ackes from the Inferno Crew. I'll have him dispatch twenty goons to break your legs!"
• "Mr. Ackes!"
• Sydney and Sara were both taken aback.
• Mr. Ackes was the kingpin of the underworld in the Crestview District, wielding influence over both legal and illicit enterprises.
• They hadn't anticipated Wessel's connection to Mr. Ackes.
• Just as Wessel made the call and was about to speak, something astonishing occurred.
• Wessel's mouth contorted, and he struggled to speak, uttering incomprehensible sounds.
• "Hello? Hello?" the impatient voice on the other end of the line demanded.
• "Beep, beep, beep..." Before long, the call was terminated.
• Chase approached Wessel with a mischievous smirk and whispered, "Didn't I tell you? You won't be able to contact anyone today."
• Wessel was dumbfounded. He hadn't realized that when Chase mentioned he couldn't call for help, he meant this!
• Red-faced with embarrassment and rage, Wessel pointed at Chase, attempting to utter a response.
• 'Smack!'
• Chase delivered a resounding slap, sending Wessel reeling.
• Then, he turned to Sydney and Sara and declared, "Let's depart."
• After they returned home, Sydney and Sara breathed sighs of relief.
• "Why do you think Wessel suddenly couldn't speak?" Sydney mused, puzzled by the turn of events.
• "Perhaps his foul mouth finally caught up with him," Chase remarked casually.
• In truth, when Chase had grasped Wessel's head earlier, he had blocked several pressure points, rendering Wessel temporarily speechless.
• Sydney couldn't shake the feeling that something was fishy about the whole situation, but she didn't plan on investigating further.
• Once she regained her composure, she fixed Chase with a stern gaze. "I'm not finished with you yet! What's gotten into you, resorting to violence? Don't you realize you're inviting trouble?"
• Chase raised his eyebrows defiantly. "He was attempting to seduce my wife right in front of me. Would I still be a man if I stood idly by?"