Rural Belle & Three Heirs

Lucy's words sent shivers down the spines of the tattooed men standing behind her.

The leader of the group immediately reached out and pulled Lucy aside.

"Miss Kim, you better watch your mouth," the tattooed man warned. "The woman standing in front of you is not someone you can mess with."

As soon as the tattooed man's words fell, Lucy, still not knowing what was good for her, spoke up once again, "Who can I not mess with? My honey said I can do whatever I want in Sovereign City. There's no one I can't offend. She is merely an ugly woman? Look at how scared you all are. If she dared to interfere with my business, I wouldn't let her off."

As soon as Lucy finished speaking, the tattooed man closed his eyes in resignation. There's a saying: if you played with fire, you would get burned.

Lucy was digging her own grave.

While Lucy continued to boast, Hilary stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.

Hilary was very strong; with just one swift motion, she flung Lucy's body away. Lucy, who had just been beaten up by Chloe, now had five finger marks clearly visible on her already swollen and red face.

Her previously kind expression turned cold and murderous.

Lucy, unwilling to back down, struggled to her feet, ready to attack Hilary. But the tattooed man beside her grabbed her.

"Miss Kim, what are you doing?"

Lucy, seeing her own people restraining her, flew into a rage.

"She hit me! Didn't you see? I'm going to hit her back, and you're stopping me?

You're all traitors. I'm calling my honey to deal with you."

Lucy pulled out her phone, ready to call her powerful honey, but the tattooed man snatched it away.

But Lucy's arrogance was unstoppable. "I will! Scared, huh? When my honey gets here, he'll kick you all out."

The tattooed man leaned in and whispered, "Lucy, this woman is Mr. Gutierrez's wife..."

Lucy was stunned. She never expected Hilary to be her honey's wife.

This was beyond awkward.

Hilary glared at Lucy and said, "I never interfere with what Perry does outside, but you're the first to threaten to rape and kill me. Since you like those words so much, I'll let you experience it."

"Take her away."

At Hilary's command, the tattooed men, originally sent by Perry to watch over Lucy, immediately turned on her. They quickly restrained Lucy, their grips firm and unyielding.

Lucy was dumbfounded, her mind reeling from the sudden turn of events.

As a brazen mistress, in the hands of such a vicious wife, would she survive? The thought sent chills down her spine.

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Panicking, Lucy shouted at Hilary, her voice shaking with desperation, "Let me go! If you touch me, he won't let you off."

Hilary laughed coldly, her eyes narrowing with a mix of disdain and amusement. "Don't worry, I won't let Perry off either. Let's see if he dares to save you," she said, her voice dripping with icy resolve.

After speaking, Hilary exchanged a few polite words with Chloe before getting into her car and driving away.

The tattooed men, following Hilary's departure, shoved Lucy into a beat-up van.

With the main players gone, the previously chaotic motorcycle race scene quieted down. The media Lucy had invited packed up their equipment and left, as if they had seen nothing.

The crowd also dispersed.

Eric's motorcycle was totaled in a crash, so he rode with Liam. Sitting behind Liam, Eric voiced his concern.

"Mr. Martin, with so much media here today, won't there be negative news about the Martin Family?"

Liam replied confidently, "No, Chloe will handle everything."

Eric was puzzled. "How does your family's ugly duckling know such a big shot?"

Liam was just as surprised.

But what bothered him most was how Chloe could be his goddess.

Liam prided himself on being sharp. How had such an ugly girl fooled him?

Back at the Martin Mansion, Chloe, fearing Grant would catch her sneaking out, buried herself in her room, playing games. The flickering screen and the sounds of the game were her only companions as she tried to lose herself in the virtual world.

Liam went upstairs to talk to her, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.

But Chloe, fully engrossed in her game, knew what Liam wanted to ask and gave him no chance. Her fingers moved deftly over the controller, her eyes never leaving the screen.

Of course, Liam also had his own ways of handling Chloe. He stood at the door, a smirk playing on his lips, and called out, "Chloe, are you sure you don't want to talk?"

Chloe replied without looking up, her tone dismissive, "We have nothing to talk about, Liam. Go away, you're interrupting my game."

Liam chuckled coldly, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Fine, if you don't come out, I'll tell Grant you snuck out to ride motorcycles." He knew exactly how to push her buttons.

Mentioning Grant scared Chloe. Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers momentarily faltered on the controller. He had ways to control her, and she definitely didn't want to be pinned against the wall and kissed by him again. The memory of Grant's intense gaze and firm grip sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she couldn't let Liam follow through on his threat.

She jumped off her bed, rushed to the door, and opened it.

Seeing Liam's smug face, Chloe snapped. "Liam, are you serious? Is it really such a big deal? You're actually going to complain to Grantie?"

Chloe's complaint didn't anger Liam. He had too many questions for her, and he could see the fear in her eyes, which only fueled his determination. He crossed his arms, leaning casually against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I wouldn't need to if you behaved," he said, his tone calm but firm. His eyes bore into hers, unyielding. He knew he had the upper hand, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away.

Liam's words made Chloe feel powerless as she stuck out her tongue. Indeed, in the Martin Family, only Grant can really handle her.