The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 580 - 559: I won’t watch anymore, don’t worry, I swear!

Chapter 580: Chapter 559: I won’t watch anymore, don’t worry, I swear!

The attachment quickly downloaded, and it was a video.

Oliver Thompson stared intently at the screen for a long time, and as if making a significant decision, he finally opened the video. However, the moment the image appeared, Oliver’s eyes, which were initially squinted due to tension, widened to the extreme.

Seeing this, Michael Gordon quickly stood up from beside Ivy Aretha, put a bolster pillow behind her back, gesturing her to lean on it, and then strode straight to Oliver’s side. His eyes locked onto Oliver’s phone screen, and finally...

Oliver was not the only one with wide eyes. Michael’s face, which was just a moment ago full of triumph, instantly turned grim. His next move was to take out one of Oliver’s earplugs and insert it directly into his ear.

The scene had already shown Bianca Aretha being lifted by Harvey Dunn, Julie Harrison was banging her head while pleading desperately for him to spare the child, Roy Thompson was staring with fierce eyes, holding his tiny fists tight, making people shudder at the sight of his calmness.

"Aunt Cathy, don’t beg him, don’t beg him! Just let him throw me to death, throw me to death!"

As Bianca cried out, she danced in the air, high above Harvey Dunn’s grasp, shouting loudly. Seeing Harvey Dunn’s momentum, the little guy seemed to have infuriated him, grinding his teeth, and his lifting action seemed like he would smash her down onto the cave’s stone floor at any moment.

"Bianca, shut up!"

When the two men who were watching the screen had their hearts lifted into their throats with the action in the scene, Julie Harrison finally roared, banging her head harder with each successive sound. At last, Oliver understood clearly how the woman got the injury on her forehead!

And how her clothes were torn!

Julie’s pleas did not change Harvey Dunn’s mind. Only after Roy brought up the promise of a man-to-man competition, Harvey released Bianca, directly lifted Roy up, and the young girl finally fainted from shock. Slowly, the scene continued until it paused on Julie Harrison, trembling as she unbuttoned her shirt.

Oliver immediately pressed the pause button on the video, then pushed a chair and roared, letting out all the anger that had been building up since the beginning of the video, "What the hell are your eyes looking at? This is my woman! What are you looking at? Look at your own woman!"

Caught off guard by Oliver’s shove, Michael almost fell onto Ivy. His face was already tense from watching Bianca being lifted by Harvey Dunn, and he instinctively wanted to punch Oliver right after the shove.

"Michael, don’t go crazy with him, his wounds are not light!"

Ivy was startled by the actions of the two men in front of her, and her intuition told her that the video had hit both men’s bottom line simultaneously. Michael, still angry and with a raised fist, finally lowered it after hearing her plea. She added hastily, "If you want to fight, wait for him to recover. What’s the point of fighting like this?!"

Finally, upon hearing these words, Michael lowered his fist.

"What’s going on?!"

Hearing the loud noise, Julie Harrison rushed over with a kitchen knife in hand, only to see the two men in a fierce standoff. She hurriedly walked over to Oliver and softly asked the still earplug-wearing man, "Oliver, what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly so angry? Anger is harmful to your liver, and now is not the time for you to be furious!"

Seeing that he seemed to not hear her words, his eyes stared unblinkingly at his phone screen, as if he was about to crush his phone with the force of his grip. His entire body was filled with a violent aura that he rarely showed in front of her.

Only his gaze was somewhat self-tortured...

This side of Oliver Thompson, she had never seen before in her entire life!

Julie’s heart sank, and her entire body instinctively looked towards the phone screen. She had never had a habit of checking her husband’s phone, knowing Oliver’s job was special and highly confidential. So even when she thought that he had an ambiguous relationship with Amanda Foster, she had never tried to check his phone.

She had never even thought about it, but now as she saw his current state, her head couldn’t help but turn to his phone screen. And with a single glance...

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic collision sound instantly pulled everyone from the eerie scene.

"Rosella, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?!" Oliver, awoken as if from a dream by the sound, suddenly stood up from the sofa. His wound tugged, making a low groan, but his eyes were more worried than anything. He hurried to check Julie’s body, "How could you be so careless with such a dangerous thing like this kitchen knife?!"

Oliver was frightened by the sharp kitchen knife that had fallen from Julie’s hand and crashed onto the ground. He couldn’t imagine what serious consequences would have arisen if the knife had landed on her foot.

Julie, as if she had been provoked, didn’t seem to understand his words. Her first reaction was to snatch the phone from his hand and tightly hold it to her chest, her eyes trembling as she looked at him, her hoarse voice filled with extreme fear, "Don’t look, you’re not allowed to look, do you hear me?"

Her frantic tone seemed like she was commanding him, but also pleading with him, murmuring repeatedly, "Oliver, I beg you, don’t look, it’s all in the past!"

She couldn’t believe that Amanda Foster would send the video she took back then to Oliver. She was afraid at the time, afraid that her disheveled appearance would be seen by Oliver, and even more afraid of other men touching her. Thinking about such a feeling made her feel terrible.

And what about a man like Oliver, who was so proud and arrogant at his age?

How could he stand it, his own wife being forced to undress by another man and beg for his satisfaction!

Apart from her image being unpleasant, she was more worried that he would blame himself. His body could not withstand any more torture now!

"Fine, I won’t look!"

Seeing her suddenly so agitated, her body trembling with fear, Oliver’s violent aura was instantly consumed by her terrified state, and the once fierce man softened, "I won’t look anymore, don’t worry, I swear!"

As if afraid she wouldn’t believe him, Oliver quickly raised his right hand to make a swearing gesture.