Chapter 6 I Would Hide My Identity No More

• Anya looked at Damon's sincere gaze. She was momentarily stunned.
• Damon took a deep breath and continued, "From today onwards, I don't need to hide my identity anymore.
• "The grievances you've endured over the past three years, I will make up for them with everything I have!"
• Hide his identity?
• Make it up to me?
• Anya was utterly confused.
• Morris was furious.
• That worthless live-in son-in-law just hit me and ignored me afterward?
• This man just signed his death warrant.
• The blood on his face began to dry, making him look even more ferocious.
• He twisted his lips into a cold, sinister smile, losing all semblance of the refined, rich heir.
• "This is amazing. Damon, right? You've successfully angered me.
• "You couldn't stand to watch me having fun with your wife, could you? Wearing a cuckold doesn't suit you, does it?"
• Morris spat out each word, seething with rage.
• Then he roared.
• "I'll make it clear right now! I will definitely sleep with Anya tonight! And you! You won't walk out of here alive!"
• With that, Morris pulled out his phone and quickly dialled a number.
• Anya was petrified on the side. Her face had turned pale with fear.
• Offending Morris would bring doom to her family!
• And it was all because of Damon—that worthless man!
• "Come with me! Let's go home."
• Damon ignored Morris's threat. He stepped forward and tried to take Anya away.
• "Get lost!"
• Anya yanked her hand away from Damon's grip. She retreated to her side and glared at him with hatred. Anya wished the worthless man who refused to divorce her would die immediately.
• Regaining her composure, she crawled to Morris' feet and looked at him pitifully. Anya pleaded, "Mr. Long, it's not my fault. My entire family simply despises him as a worthless man!
• "Please don't blame my family because of him!"
• Morris stood tall and imposing. He remained mute, but his eyes wandered over Anya's chest.
• Anya noticed Morris' intentions, and she subtly shifted her body, making her figure in the evening gown even more alluring.
• She turned back to Damon and scolded, "Aren't you going to kneel and apologise to Mr. Long? Maybe he'll show mercy and spare your life!"
• Damon didn't budge. Anya grew more furious, and she yelled, "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me?"
• She couldn't afford to offend Morris.
• The apology wasn't meant to save Damon, but rather to prevent Morris's anger from implicating her family.
• Damon smiled bitterly. For three years, he endured the Ansons's scorn just to stay by Anya's side.
• All he got in return was Anya's disdain, complaints, and contempt.
• However, thinking of that incident years ago, he suppressed his discontent. Damon patiently said, "Anya, I'm telling the truth. I don't need to hide my identity anymore. You will become the happiest woman in the world."
• Damon spoke slowly yet firm.
• But to others, it sounded like the biggest joke.
• "Hahaha!"
• Everyone laughed.
• Shana covered her mouth. She laughed so hard that she doubled over.
• Their ridicule only fueled Anya's anger.
• "A tr*sh like you talk about happiness?
• "Damon! Do you know how childish and ridiculous you sound?
• "I'm telling you one last time, kneel and apologise to Mr. Long and beg for his forgiveness!"
• Kneel?
• Apologise?
• Hahe—
• Damon lowered his head, feeling heartache for the first time.
• After a long time, he finally looked up.
• He met Anya's gaze, and the look in his eyes gradually grew cold. Damon confronted her and asked, "You want me to kneel and apologise to him? He doesn't deserve it!"
• As soon as the words left his mouth.
• Slap—
• Anya raised her hand and brought it down in one swift motion.
• The heavy slap landed mercilessly on Damon's face.
• The five fingerprints stood out starkly.
• The previously quiet private room suddenly erupted with commotion.
• "Oh wow! The campus belle is furious!"
• "Anya, do you want to teach this tr*sh a lesson? Do you want me to help?"
• "Hmph, does he have the nerve to challenge Mr. Long? Serves him right!"
• ...
• In an instant, Damon became the clown in everyone's eyes.
• Ridicule, mockery, disdain ...
• Every gaze pierced him mercilessly, like a sword.
• Damon merely touched his burning face. He looked at Anya as if she were a stranger.
• He thought three years of patience would change her view of him.
• Damon once assumed that three years together would make her love him.
• Three years of companionship would touch her heart.
• At that moment, he realised he was wrong.
• This time, Damon no longer lowered his head. He raised it high and emphasised every word. "I'll say it again. Kneel and apologise? He doesn't deserve it!"
• "Great! You're arrogant! And bold!"
• Morris pointed at Damon and sneered coldly. He said, "When Butch arrives, let's see if you still have this attitude!
• "You have the nerve to hit me; if I don't break your leg today, I'm not Morris Long!"
• Morris's call for backup startled Anya once more.
• The others in the room were excited.
• A big show was about to unfold.
• Butch?
• Damon curled his lips disdainfully. His expression was one of contempt.
• "I don't care about this butch or the bus. If he is eager to go to hell, let them come quickly."
• "Oh—"
• Shana chimed in mockingly, "Facing death and still talking tough. I admire your courage."
• After ridiculing Damon, she turned to Anya and said,
• "Anya, your freeloader is pretty gutsy.
• "But I wonder if his tiny body can withstand Butch's teaching him a lesson. I'm looking forward to the show!"
• Anya felt utterly humiliated, her complexion growing paler.
• Right now, she only hoped Morris would calm down quickly.
• So her family wouldn't suffer.
• As for Damon, his life or death didn't matter to her.