Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 161 - 173: I’m Responsible for Her Life (14)

Chapter 161: Chapter 173: I’m Responsible for Her Life (14)

The more powerful the person, the more restrained they are. So, he turned to Isabel Smith with a "I know everything, you don’t need to say anything" expression and smiled. However, his face quickly turned cold as he stared at the people kneeling on the ground and said harshly, "You lot are so bold, harassing innocent women at such a young age. You dare to play hooligan in Bellshire City, I’ll take you all back to the police station!"

The police chief, a native of Bellshire, spoke with a thick Bellshire accent. He was already of age and could not stand seeing young people this out of control. So as he spoke, he started pointing out the flaws of the people in front of him. He pointed at a man’s hair with a police baton and said, "Look at how you dyed your hair this shitty color, obviously not a good person. This is the capital city, do you think there’s no law here? Or do you think this is your backyard where you can do whatever you want, huh? Spit—"

Just as the police chief was speaking fervently, the door of the private booth was suddenly pushed open with great force.

The force was so strong that the door hit the wall behind it, making a loud noise that shocked everyone in the room to turn their heads and look towards the doorway. Then, when they saw the face of the newcomer, they all froze in place.

Isabel Smith also looked up and saw Percy Stanton, wearing a white shirt, standing at the entrance against the lamp light in the corridor.

The man seemed to have run over, breathing a little heavily. His hair looked messy, but it did not affect his handsome appearance.

His silhouette was outlined in a golden hue by the yellow light in the corridor. His face, swept over by the colorful dim lights in the booth, appeared to be fatally enticing.

Percy Stanton stood at the door, his breath somewhat ragged. His gaze completely ignored all the scenes and people in the "Magnificent" booth, staring straight at Isabel Smith sitting right across from him.

The female’s hair was disheveled, her clothes disordered, and her pale face somewhat frightening. Her hand was still tightly clutching her clothes, and through the torn slits in her attire, Percy could see her fair skin.

Suddenly, an indescribable fire surged from his chest at once. The fire was intense and urgent, just like six years ago when she suddenly left Bellshire, disappearing completely from his world. He couldn’t sleep at night, closing his eyes only to see her figure all night long, tormenting his heart, lungs, and nerves. In the end, he could only start smoking during those sleepless late nights. As a non-smoker back then, the strong, spicy cigarette smoke choked him, making him uncomfortable – just like how he felt with this raging anger now.

Percy Stanton’s body suddenly emitted an aura of malice, his eyes like raging flames as he stared at Isabel Smith in front of him.

As the people around him gradually came to their senses, the police chief asked, "Excuse me, sir, who are you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Percy immediately rushed straight towards Isabel Smith.

With his approach, he saw clearly that there were five distinct red and swollen finger marks on Isabel Smith’s fair face. It seemed as if flames of anger were about to burst out from the bottom of Percy’s eyes, a huge, scorching fireball rolling in his chest, as if it could explode at any moment.

Yet he could only endure it and make himself appear calm and composed.

His appearance made it hard for anyone to believe that beneath the elegant and harmless demeanor of this handsome nobleman, there lay an impulse to kill.

Even though he tried his best to appear calm and harmless, some evil aura still seeped out from inside him.

The people in the room were so shocked that they held their breath, not daring to make a sound.