Chapter 446 - 444: Make the Wildest Boast, Get the Harshest Beating (2)

"President Fairchild, I found them. It’s this restaurant. I’m not sure if they’re still here, since it’s so late."

Evan Fairchild pulled open the car door, got out, and walked straight inside.

Tommy immediately followed.

’It’s over. Even if Keith doesn’t die today, he’ll be skinned alive!’

’Perfect! I get to watch a good show!’

The moment Evan Fairchild walked in, he heard Melody Monroe’s voice coming from a private room.

"Sir, may I ask..."

Evan Fairchild had already pushed open the door to the room.

Hearing the commotion, Melody Monroe turned her head. When she saw Evan Fairchild’s dark expression, she pointed a small finger at him. "Scumbag!"

Evan Fairchild: "..."

"Yeah, all scumbags!" Keith Coleman mumbled, his head down.

Evan Fairchild pulled Melody Monroe to her feet and glanced at the glass in front of her. It was red wine, not very strong, but to be this drunk, she must have had quite a bit.

"Mr. Fairchild, how many girlfriends do you actually have?" Melody Monroe asked directly.

"What ’how many girlfriends’?"

"Keith Coleman said you used to have a lot of girlfriends. You had... you had..." Melody Monroe pushed him away and held up both her hands. "This many! Too many to count!"

Evan Fairchild shot a look at Keith Coleman, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Melody Monroe suddenly hugged him. "Your past girlfriends have nothing to do with me, so why should I be sad? Tell me, why should I be sad? I’m not sad. I’m not sad at all."

Her antics left Evan Fairchild at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.

"Are you sad?"

"Mhm, just a little bit." Melody Monroe nodded and sniffled. "No, not just a little bit! It hurts so much right here!" She raised her hand, poking at her heart.

She suddenly threw her arms around Evan Fairchild and began to wail.

Evan Fairchild: "..."

’Shouldn’t I be happy about this, not upset?’

"Don’t cry. I don’t have any other girlfriends, only you. Don’t be sad anymore. It was all nonsense Keith Coleman made up. Do you believe him, or do you believe me?"

"I believe you." Melody Monroe sobbed for a while before her crying subsided. "I’m scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I’m not good enough for you. You’re so normal, but I’m just an orphan without parents, dependent on others. I haven’t even graduated from college. I have nothing good about me."

Evan Fairchild hugged her tightly. Her words sent sharp stabs of pain through his heart.

"You don’t have to have anything. All I need is you." Evan Fairchild picked Melody Monroe up and walked toward the door.

"Here now, it’s a little cold outside. Go sit in the car and wait for me. I’ll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"To beat up Keith Coleman."

"Oh." Melody Monroe nodded and obediently sat in the car to wait.

Evan Fairchild took off his suit jacket and draped it over Melody Monroe’s shoulders.

He turned and walked back into the restaurant, unbuttoning his cuffs as he went.

’Talk shit, get hit. Isn’t that exactly what’s happening to Keith right now?’

Keith Coleman looked up and realized the person across from him was gone.

"Where’d she go?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. The moment he saw who it was, he jolted in fear, sobering up instantly.

"President Fairchild?!"

His collar tightened, and his entire body was lifted off the ground!

"President Fairchild! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Tommy’s brow furrowed as he watched Keith Coleman being dragged out like a helpless chick.

"AHH!"

"AH, it hurts! AHH! President Fairchild, have mercy! A punch like that will cripple me!"

CRACK!

Tommy quickly raised a hand to cover his face.

’Too brutal to watch.’

"911! Tommy! Call 911!"

"AHH! President Fairchild, what... what did I do? At least give me a reason before you beat me! You can’t hit me anymore! If you keep this up, you’ll end my family line!"