LAPDOG HUSBAND IS A TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

Chapter 41

The door burst open with such force that it slammed against the wall, causing everyone in the private room to jump. Peter strode in with thunderous steps, his tall frame casting an imposing shadow across the dimly lit space. Four burly men trailed behind him, their faces etched with practiced menace.

The music that had been playing moments ago cut off abruptly, leaving an eerie silence punctuated only by the heavy breathing of Katherine's terrified friends.

"Which one of you lowlifes dared to touch my man?" Peter snarled, his voice dangerously low as he scanned the room with cold, calculating eyes. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with the metallic tang of fear permeating the air.

Tommy, holding an ice pack to his swollen face, pointed shakily at the Yemin who stood calmly in the corner. "Him! That bastard right there! He attacked me for no fucking reason!"

Faye stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly but her voice steady. "That's not true. He was harassing us and grabbed me when I—"

"Shut your mouth, you filthy little bitch!" Tommy cut her off, spittle flying from his lips. "This whore's boyfriend attacked me when I was just having a friendly conversation!"

Katherine's friends, huddled together on the plush leather sofa, nodded vigorously. The tallest one, her mascara smudged from crying, blurted out, "It's true! The Yemin started everything," her voice quivering with fear.

"Faye invited the trouble by being provocative," another added, deliberately avoiding Faye's betrayed gaze. "We told her to apologize, but she wouldn't listen."

James, Katherine's boyfriend, shrank back against the wall, his face ashen. "Peter, there must be some misunderstanding. We're all friends here," he stammered, his earlier bravado completely evaporated.

Peter's eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. Yemin? That can't be the same one from the battlefield... impossible. What would he be doing in a place like this? He scrutinized the calm figure standing apart from the others, a cold dread beginning to creep up his spine.

"I don't give a damn who started what," Peter growled, cracking his knuckles menacingly. "Nobody touches my people without suffering consequences. That's the rule in my territory."

He stepped toward the Yemin, fist clenched and ready to strike—then froze mid-step. Recognition dawned on his face as the dim light caught the Yemin's features. Cold sweat broke out on Peter's forehead, and his throat constricted. It's him. The nightmare from the battlefield. The one who took down twenty of my best men without breaking a sweat.

"Do you have something to say?" the Yemin asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper yet somehow filling the entire room.

Tommy, mistaking Peter's hesitation for uncertainty, pushed forward. "Boss, this punk needs to learn some respect! Let me and the boys teach him a lesson he won't—"

"You fucking idiot!" Peter suddenly whirled on Tommy, striking him hard across the face with such force that Tommy crashed into the nearby table, sending glasses shattering to the floor. "You brainless piece of shit! You dared to provoke HIM?!"

Tommy stumbled, blood trickling from his split lip, confusion and fear washing over his face. "Boss, what—I don't understand—"

"Kneel and apologize! NOW!" Peter grabbed Tommy by the scruff of his neck and violently shoved him to his knees before the Yemin. Peter's own hands were visibly trembling as he bowed deeply. "Please forgive my subordinate's disrespect, sir. I assure you he'll be severely punished for his ignorance."

The room fell into stunned silence as the feared gangster groveled before the mysterious Yemin. Katherine's friends exchanged bewildered glances, their earlier bravado completely evaporated. James's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"I had no idea who you were," Peter continued, sweat beading on his forehead. "If I had known the Yemin was in this establishment, I would never have allowed my men to cause any disturbance."

Tommy, still on his knees, looked up at his boss in complete confusion. "Boss, what are you doing? He's just some random—"

Peter's foot connected with Tommy's ribs, cutting off his words. "Apologize properly, you worthless dog, or I'll cut out your tongue myself!"

Tommy doubled over, gasping for breath. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he wheezed, not understanding why he was apologizing but terrified of further punishment.

The Yemin regarded them silently, his expression unreadable. How pathetic, he thought. The same man who once boasted of ruling the city, now cowering like a beaten dog.

Faye watched the scene unfold with wide eyes, struggling to comprehend the sudden power shift. Just minutes ago, she had been blamed and shamed by her so-called friends. Now, those same friends were shrinking back in their seats, trying to make themselves invisible.

"Your man was harassing the ladies," the Yemin finally spoke, his voice calm yet authoritative. "I merely suggested he behave more appropriately."

Peter nodded frantically. "Of course, of course. Tommy has always been an ill-mannered swine. I'll make sure he learns proper respect." He turned to the rest of his men. "Get this piece of trash out of here! And compensate these ladies for their trouble."

One of Peter's men stepped forward, reaching into his jacket to pull out a thick envelope. "Please accept this as a token of our apology," he said, placing it on the table.

Katherine's friends stared at the envelope, then at the Yemin, their expressions a mixture of awe and confusion. Katherine herself edged closer to James, who seemed equally baffled by the turn of events.

"I hope this resolves the matter," Peter said, sweat still dripping down his temple. "We value peace above all else." The irony of his words was not lost on anyone in the room.

As Tommy was dragged away, cursing under his breath, Peter bowed once more to the Yemin. "If there's anything else you require, sir, please don't hesitate to ask."