My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 326 - 328: What is your purpose, after all?

Chapter 326: Chapter 328: What is your purpose, after all?

Anger swirled in Frank Parker’s gentle eyes, and a layer of gloom covered his face. "I made plans to have dinner with a friend here."

Rebecca Kelloway bit her lip, "Frank, let me go. It’s indeed my fault for misunderstanding Joanna’s brother just now. I should go up on stage and apologize."

Frank’s intense gaze fell on Joanna Lawrence’s face. "Even if you made a mistake, isn’t it enough to apologize in person? Why go on stage? This isn’t an apology; it’s humiliation."

"I want to know who suggested that you go up on stage to apologize?"

Rebecca glanced at Joanna and pressed her lips tightly without a word.

"So it was you." Frank’s gaze at Joanna grew colder, more menacing, and a hint of undisguised disgust surfaced. "I knew you were not a simple woman. You first schemed to bewitch Ashton into a flash marriage, and now you’re trying to cause a rift between him and us, his friends. What exactly is your purpose?"

"Joanna, do you really think I wouldn’t dare touch you if you have Ashton’s protection?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ashton Heath’s fist swung towards his face.

His fierce fist struck hard, sending Frank crashing onto the floor.

"Ah!" Rebecca screamed in fright. She quickly crouched down to help Frank up. Seeing his swollen eye, she widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at Ashton. "Ashton, you actually raised your hand against Frank. How could you do that?"

Ashton’s expression was cold and indifferent. "Joanna is my wife. If you want to harm her, you’ll have to go through me first."

His words were meant for Frank Parker.

Frank was holding his swollen eye with one hand, trying to steady himself from the dizziness as he slowly stood up.

He was very handsome.

It was a handsome face tinged with a hint of wicked and cold beauty.

However, at this moment, that gentle and handsome face looked rather comical and disheveled.

There was no trace left of the pretentious and noble young master from before.

Ashton didn’t hold back his punch at all.

As Frank repeatedly disrespected Joanna in front of his face, spewing rude and excessive words, Ashton no longer considered him a brother.

His real brothers would never do such despicable things.

Even decades of friendship wouldn’t matter.

The baby that Ashton cherished and refused to let suffer any grievances would not be bullied by anyone.

Even if it meant turning his back on his own brother, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Moreover, if Frank could bully Joanna in front of him time and time again, who’s to say he wouldn’t escalate his cruelty when Ashton wasn’t around?

Not teaching him a lesson would only make him more reckless.

Ashton didn’t regret punching Frank in the slightest. In fact, he wanted to land a few more punches on Frank’s face, teaching him how to behave properly.

In comparison to Rebecca’s shock, Frank’s face was also filled with surprise.

The punch left him slightly dazed, and it took him a while to regain his senses after getting up from the ground.

The pain in his eyes reminded him that Ashton had indeed hit him just now.

The four brothers had known each other since they were little. He was the last one to join the "Four Musketeers," but he had already known Ashton for a solid fifteen years.

Decades of friendship had formed an exceptionally strong bond.

They weren’t blood brothers, but they were as close as one could get.

As boys, they had naturally grown up together fighting and teasing each other. This wasn’t the first time he and Ashton had come to blows.

But this was different.

This time was unlike any before.