Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 226 A Familiar Cologne

Chapter 226: Chapter 226 A Familiar Cologne

The man watched them exchange words, his cheeks still pulling back into an amused grin.

The moment Kelsie pointed at him, he couldn’t help it and cackled.

"Hey, I now know why you don’t associate yourself with the women’s committee. Hearing how your brother-in-law beat a third-generation heir and still has both hands and feet, you must be pretty invincible."

Kelsie stared at him blankly until he finished speaking, then turned to complain to Daniel, "He’s still talking too much. Do something?"

Daniel nodded and tossed his suit jacket aside.

As he approached the man, the gangsters in the room instinctively blocked his path, but their boss merely waved a hand to deter them.

He leaned forward, glancing between Kelsie and Daniel as he tried to strike a deal. "No, really, we can avoid all this. All you have to do is talk to me."

"Come to an agreement with me, and I’ll work with you against the committee. Imagine having someone formidable like me on your team."

"As long as you have a practice here, you’ll be untouchable. Unless you stop paying me or someone else takes control of this sector."

He was smug, clearly not taking Daniel seriously.

Most rich scions he’d met were all talk and no action.

He figured Daniel might’ve beaten a third-generation heir, only because that heir had let him. As long as Daniel’s family held a higher position, the heir would gladly take a beating to keep his own family safe.

Daniel saw right through him and sneered.

He raised his foot toward the man’s elbow, and the man casually reached to block it—unaware it was a distraction.

A moment later, Daniel shoved him to the floor with his other foot still midair.

It was so sudden, so unexpected, the man was down before he knew it.

Daniel grabbed a nearby stool and slammed it into the head of a thug charging toward him.

He kicked another in the head and ducked under the belt of a third.

The remaining two hesitated.

Glancing at each other, they both nodded in understanding and bolted for the door.

But just as they were close enough to pull it open, a chair flew at their legs, tripping them and smashing their heads against the door.

All of this happened in less than a minute.

The boss laughed nervously and, raising both hands in surrender, sank to the floor and stared up at Kelsie in defeat.

She clicked her tongue.

"Ah, so this is where your boys learned to be wise. They knew when to run, just like you know when to give up."

"Does your brother-in-law have a black belt or something?" The man grimaced, unable to believe his control of the situation crumbled in less than a minute.

Kelsie was wondering the same thing. She knew Jett was almost better than her, but she didn’t think Daniel even knew how to throw a punch.

In her imagination, he always lost in a one-on-one fight. Yet, he just won a one-versus-six.

"Oh, don’t flatter me, sister-in-law. It’s a little embarrassing to admit to you that I play games because I’m hot-tempered and think with my fists." Daniel giggled when Kelsie looked over at him, turning his face to the side shyly.

The five gangsters groaning on the floor couldn’t believe their eyes.

It was already humiliating enough to tell their rivals they were beaten this badly by a wealthy scion.

But if anyone found out it was by a fruity one... no, they couldn’t even imagine the humiliation.

Daniel would’ve snapped their backs in half if he knew what was going through their mind.

"What if I told you the women who hired you are currently waiting for me to get back to them?" Their boss suddenly voiced out again.

Kelsie’s eyes snapped toward him.

"Forgive me, Dr. Sutton," the elderly security guard said, slowly rising to his feet. "I should’ve informed you as soon as they came in. I just didn’t want to judge them by how they looked."

The janitors guiltily nodded in agreement.

They’d seen too many people judged by their appearance in their life. But unlike everyone else, Kelsie had given them a chance to prove themselves.

She not only put a roof over their heads, but she also gave them a stable job. And at their age, they finally had a pension account in their name.

"They trashed everything. We usually have customers in an hour, so why don’t we start putting things back in order?" Molly suggested, and they all nodded, preparing to get back to work.

Kelsie glanced at the boss of the hoodlums.

"I know you may have connections in the force, but my brother-in-law isn’t just a wealthy scion. You see, he’s from a conglomerate family."

"If he calls the police and tells them you hit him, what do you think will happen to you?"

The words were barely out of her mouth when Daniel huffed.

"You think I’m worth anything? She’s married to my brother—the head of our conglomerate. Going to jail would be him being merciful to you." _{f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com}

Kelsie hushed him, "Hey, don’t scare him like that. Don’t you see he’s just a struggling thug who decided to harass a defenseless woman like me by trashing my place and beating up my elderly employees because he was paid to?"

"Going to jail or wherever your brother takes him, is way better than what those vain women will do to him once they find out he didn’t complete the job they paid him so much for."

Daniel thought for a moment before whipping out his phone, "You’re right. It would be merciful. Hold on, I’ll call my brother."

Just then, someone entered the practice. Kelsie faintly heard Molly addressing them.

When the person finished buying what they came for, he walked past her, almost brushing against her.

He was so close, she caught a whiff of his cologne.

And in that moment, her mind flipped through the hundreds she had smelled in the practice.

Three seconds later, she darted out of the practice, running after him in a frenzy.

Everyone watched her in confusion.

Quickly recalling she had seventeen stitches, Daniel’s brows knitted into a deep frown and he got on his feet.

What was she doing suddenly running through the street...

The question had only just surfaced when the hooded figure who had just walked in suddenly took off running too.

Outside, Kelsie ignored the stinging pain in her abdomen and picked up her pace.

That cologne... it was the exact one she smelled on the person who dragged her out of the van and left her in a public space the day Keira was abducted.