Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 423 - 422 Beating the Scumbag Dad, Try and You’ll Die (4 updates)

Chapter 423: 422 Beating the Scumbag Dad, Try and You’ll Die (4 updates)

His breathing was rapid, "Mr. Payne, your daughter is ultimately unharmed, consider the gift as an apology. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave."

As he turned to leave, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar by Mario Payne.

Silas Jones hadn’t even reacted before he was forcefully dragged back and slammed against the wall. The rigid and icy surface hit his back, causing a sour ache as he was pinned, his collar tugged tight, choking his throat.

In an instant, he found it hard to breathe!

Mario Payne had a strong grip; the more Silas struggled, the harder it was to breathe.

Overwhelmed by strength,

his eyes narrowed, with a fiery rage flickering in his gaze, "What did you just say? My daughter is okay, so we can just let this go?"

"Your daughter is young and pregnant, so she can act recklessly?"

"That’s not what I meant!" Silas Jones quickly tried to clarify, "It’s all a misunderstanding, and the incident wasn’t even targeted at Miss Payne."

"No matter whom it was intended for, it should not have been done."

"She is okay now, but that doesn’t mean she will be in the future. If anything happens to my daughter, I’ll make sure the entire Jones Family pays with their lives!" Mario Payne’s tone was icy.

That night, although he was not present, he had heard enough.

The Second Miss Jones had hired people to try and drug her older sister, to tarnish her purity.

Drugging, that would definitely involve the use of some substance.

His own daughter was pregnant; it was uncertain whether this would not affect the child.

At this point, Silas Jones was still confused, not grasping Mario’s words, trying to pry off the hand that was choking him. At this rate, he would sooner or later be strangled by Mario.

Mario Payne was becoming even more furious.

"Mr. Payne, please let go, I am going to, going to die..." Silas Jones’s face was already reddening and turning purple.

Several seconds later,

the hand choking his neck loosened, and as he was just catching his breath, he said, "Rest assured, if anything happens to your daughter later on, we will take full responsibility."

"Responsibility? You? You’re probably not capable of taking on that responsibility!" Mario Payne was annoyed by his attitude.

Claiming to come to apologize, yet always implying that since his own daughter wasn’t harmed, he should be forgiven.

He didn’t even dare to contemplate the consequences had something actually happened that night.

What the outcome would have been!

His fingers tensed slightly, forming a fist...

And smashed it right into his face.

One blow,

followed by another,

relentless!

On a regular day, Silas Jones, who lived in luxury, was no match for him, and he was shocked by the ferocity that surrounded Mario, pinned down and beaten, until the hotel staff arrived, by which time he had been so battered that his face was bruised and swollen beyond recognition.

"Help, help me!" Silas Jones cried out to the hotel staff for help.

Mario Payne stepped back, pulled out the handkerchief from his chest pocket that was meant to be paired with the suit, and wiped his fingers, "Take your stuff and get lost."

"Mario Payne, you’ve gone too far." Silas Jones struggled to speak after being beaten, "Your daughter is ultimately unharmed!"

"Say that one more time, I dare you!"

His tone was icy cold, with a chilling menace.

As if to say:

Try it, and I’ll make sure you meet your demise!

Silas Jones was frightened, and he didn’t dare to say more, after all, it was his own daughter’s fault to begin with.

"Mr. Jones..." the hotel staff stammered, "You should go and check on your private room, something has happened there."

Something happened?

Silas Jones was stunned momentarily, his face showing no sign of surprise.

It was probably that damn girl hooking up with Mr. Drake.

This was within his expectations.

The situation was too scandalous, and the staff felt too embarrassed to bring it up directly. They just hurried him along to return quickly, while also reminding Mario Payne, "Mr. Yates is over there, perhaps Mr. Payne would like to take a look as well?"

"Mm?" Mario’s face showed a hint of bewilderment.

"Dad..." At this moment, Tim Payne approached, "I’ll go check on uncle, you stay with mom."

He glanced at Silas Jones.

Is this how father handles things properly?

By beating someone up?

Mario was still fuming internally, uninterested in the affairs of the Jones Family. He simply waved his hand to signal his son to go and have a look, then he went to the restroom to fix his clothes and recompose himself before returning to the annual meeting.

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Silas Jones came with gifts, didn’t get a single word of kindness from the Payne Family Members, and also got a beating, which made him furious as well.

The key point was, Mario Payne targeted his face with punches.

Resulting in his left side swelling badly, it looked ridiculous, yet he had to take the elevator back to the private room with Tim Payne. He had a belly full of curses, but he didn’t dare to speak them.

His original plan was to sneak his daughter into Mr. Drake’s bed.

If so, the marriage would be set.

Mr. Drake had promised to invest in his company, and naturally, he couldn’t go back on his word, but Silas didn’t expect the situation to alert the hotel management.

By the time he arrived on the sixth floor, from a distance, he could see many people gathered around the private room. Thankfully the hotel staff was holding them back, or else they would have already rushed in to watch the drama.

Lavinia Wilde, it was supposed to be done secretly, how did it turn into such a huge scandal?

"Look, President Jones is here!" someone recognized him, "What happened to his face? Was he beaten up?"

"The physical pain is nothing compared to the mental torment; he’s probably going to weep to death later."

"With his younger daughter in such a state, and now this incident, the Jones Family is really having an ill-fated year."

"I even feel some sympathy for him now."

...

Silas Jones listened without any change in expression.

Tim Payne chuckled softly, "Looking at this situation, there must be trouble at home, President Jones doesn’t seem to be in a hurry at all."

"I’m anxious inside."

"Really?" Tim Payne didn’t say anything more, but at that moment, inside the room, Lavinia Wilde was still crying about how difficult it is to be a stepmother, and Cressida Jones seemed unable to listen any longer, walked over, and opened the lid of the coffee cup.

A cup of hot coffee poured over her head!

"Ah—" Lavinia Wilde screamed shrilly.

When Silas Jones entered, he just witnessed this scene, his brows furrowed tightly, he rushed over, pushing his daughter away, "Cressida Jones, what are you doing! That’s your mom!"

"My mom died of cancer, is she a corpse?" Cressida’s voice was icy cold.

"A stepmother is still a mother, what are you doing?"

"She’s been cheating behind your back and says I’m framing her; I’m just helping you vent."

Cressida placed the empty coffee cup to the side.

"You, what are you talking about..." Silas Jones suddenly felt out of depth.

Upon closer inspection of his wife, she was only wrapped in a coat, with her calves exposed, and on the floor of the private room were torn undergarments, especially the lingerie—he recognized it...

It was his wife’s!

In that instant,

It was like a heavy hammer brutally striking his head, even more overwhelming than when Mario Payne had discovered the truth.

He felt numb and rigid all over, his ears were buzzing, and he was suffocating.

So, the reason everyone said they sympathized with him,

Was because he had been cuckolded!

Mr. Drake had already dressed and stood aside, "President Jones, don’t blame me for this, your wife deliberately seduced me, and she was wearing a condom!"

"You’re spouting nonsense!" Lavinia Wilde grit her teeth.

Cressida Jones frowned, "Aunt Wilde, why would you carry such things on you? Really..."

Shameless!