CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 116: BEATING UP OLIVER WRIGHT

Hailey Smith shouted loudly, and instantly people from all corners of the old town started running toward this direction.

"Who? Who dares to cause trouble in the old town?"

"Dare to bully people of the old town, are you looking to die?"

Hailey was being arrogant, then remembered Young Madam’s words not to disturb and immediately lowered his voice by three degrees: "Keep your voices down, everyone. My master is resting."

This crowd really listened and lowered their voices.

Hailey pointed at Oliver Wright’s group with a lowered voice and said, "It’s this group of people, daring to come to our old town and start a fight, truly gutsy like they’ve reached heaven. Beat them up! Too noisy? Cover their mouths and drag them a bit further before hitting."

Oliver Wright finally panicked upon seeing this scene, initially thinking Hailey was just a rebellious bodyguard with a bit of skill, but never knowing that Hailey in this chaotic old town not only wasn’t excluded, but also had the ability to rally many people.

"Wait..." Oliver Wright panicked and said.

Oliver Wright couldn’t say the remaining words as he was directly gagged and dragged backward.

The bodyguards behind him tried to stop it but were also gagged and dragged far away.

Then came a session of indiscriminate beating...

Hailey folded his arms and watched, thinking the Wright family dared bully the Young Madam. The eldest had never acted because he was uncertain about Young Madam’s stance toward the Wright family.

But Hailey had no such concerns; he caught the chance to give them a good beating first.

Oliver Wright was completely stunned by the beating; since he took charge of the company, people in Riverwood City all treated him with respect. He never imagined he’d get beaten one day.

Hailey didn’t shout to stop, and the people of the old town didn’t stop either.

In this chaotic old town, not one was afraid of trouble.

Hailey was one of their brothers, and number 32 housed Elijah Jefferson’s people.

Whoever dares bully them, that’s courting death!

Until Hailey found the beatings enough and, in a voice begging to be punched, said, "Alright, alright, that’s enough."

Young Madam said to act with measure, not to cripple or kill anyone; he was quite measured.

The people of the old town stopped as the brawl ended, and the few bodyguards quickly dragged the bruised Oliver Wright away from the old town.

It wasn’t until they got into the car and started the engine that they felt safe.

This old town was truly chaotic; next time, even if Mr. Wright offers money, they wouldn’t come.

Hailey, after hitting people, cheerfully sent off his new friends.

He remained honestly guarding at the door.

Young Madam had said, not meeting anyone today.

Hailey couldn’t smile anymore, wondering what to do when the eldest arrives at midnight.

Should he let the eldest in?

Letting him in wasn’t an option, yet not letting him in he didn’t dare either.

Hailey wanted to cry, missing his brother...

Inside the room, Amelia Wright listened to the sounds of beating outside and continued leisurely flipping through a book, with an air of elegant tranquility.

A beating was just collecting a bit of interest.

What she wanted was more than just superficial injuries; she wanted their lives, wanted them to wish they were dead.

As it quieted outside, Amelia put down the book and lay down to rest early.

...

Oliver Wright, beaten as he was, didn’t go to the hospital but returned straight to the Wright family.

Bess Bennett, who hadn’t left the Wright family yet and didn’t want to return to her maiden family, saw Oliver Wright return, hurriedly pretended to drag a suitcase slowly, not wanting to leave.

Hoping to hear Oliver Wright ask her to stay.

She saw Oliver Wright with bruises all over, was shocked and dropped the suitcase, exclaiming, "My God! What happened? Who dares to attack in broad daylight?"

As she spoke, Bess Bennett hurriedly fetched an ice pack, and with concern, iced Oliver Wright’s bruises.

"Ouch!" Oliver Wright winced in pain and angrily snatched the ice pack, throwing it at Bess Bennett’s feet.

"Didn’t I tell you to return to your maiden family? Why are you still here?" Oliver Wright vented his anger.

"I, I’m about to leave." Bess Bennett nervously replied and then said concerned, "Even though I’m to leave, I must treat your wounds first."

At this, Oliver Wright didn’t forcibly drive her away.

Bess Bennett quickly fetched the ice pack again, this time not daring to apply it directly but handed it to Oliver Wright.

Seeing the wounds on Oliver Wright’s face, Bess Bennett said with concern, "Was it Amelia Wright who hurt you? I told you that brat is different now than before, yet you still want to bring her back. She once dared accuse me of abuse and attempted murder, now she even dares to lay hands on you."

Suppressing his anger, Oliver Wright finally spoke: "It wasn’t Amelia. I didn’t even see her; it was an altercation with that bodyguard named Hailey Smith."

Bess Bennett instantly went silent, quickly closing her mouth, knowing any words now would just add fuel to the fire.

Oliver Wright iced the bruises on his face and said through clenched teeth, "I’ll go again tomorrow morning."

Bess Bennett felt suffocated with anger but couldn’t oppose it.

Clearly, Amelia Wright used to be just a dog she led on a leash, exploiting and abusing at will.

How could it be that in such a short time, everything turned upside down, forcing them to lower themselves to beg Amelia to come back?

Bess Bennett stood there, stunned.

Oliver Wright ruthlessly ordered, "Before Amelia returns tomorrow, you must leave, don’t influence my plans."

Like a balloon inflated to its limit, Bess Bennett exploded at his words; she picked up her suitcase and choked out, "Fine, I’m leaving, I’m wide awake now!"

Bess Bennett dragged her luggage, angrily returning to her maiden family.

Sophia was half-lying watching TV; hearing someone knock, she had the maid open the door.

Then she saw Bess Bennett, who had just returned to the Wright family in the morning, dragging her suitcase back again.

Suddenly, she lost interest in the TV.

Bess Bennett entered, swaggering to the sofa, and confidently ordered, "Sister-in-law, pour me a glass of water, I’m so angry I could die."

Sophia’s face turned black.

Before, if Bess Bennett had stayed in the Bennett family permanently, Sophia would have tolerated her despite the discontent.

But Bess had finally gone home, and Sophia had been happy for just a few hours, only to have her return unexpectedly.

Like receiving hope and then disappointment.

Sophia couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Sis, your brother is on a business trip, the housemaid has taken a leave; I’m barely managing on my own. I won’t let you stay here, let me rent you an apartment, you can live outside."

Bess Bennett widened her eyes: "You... what did you say? I knew you were wicked; this is my brother’s house, how dare you kick me out."

Hearing this, Sophia’s face darkened even more, "Your brother’s gone for a month-long trip, and when he returns, we’ll see if he keeps you as a sister or me as the wife who’s been by his side for so long!"

Sophia instructed the maid to help, together dragging Bess Bennett out and slamming the door shut.

Bess Bennett was dazed.

At this moment, Ava Wright had no idea these events were happening at home.

Ava wasn’t home; her facial wounds had just scabbed, and she’d applied heavy makeup, covered the scars with thick foundation, and gone out.

Because Oliver Wright instructed her to convince Marsh Smith, to make Marsh marry Amelia Wright.

Even as she explained that Amelia had once rejected Marsh, Oliver Wright wouldn’t listen.

Oliver believed Amelia, now disfigured and divorced, would certainly accept as long as Marsh sincerely wants to marry her.

Ava Wright, pressured, had no choice but to seek out Marsh Smith.