THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 4: Fight

"Kill the bastard now!!"

Henry screamed.

One bodyguard stepped forward and cracked his fist.

He walked towards Carl with an arrogant stride and gripped Carl's by the collar. He pulled him with little strength at first, but Carl didn't move from the spot.

His eyes narrowed on him in shock. He pulled with more strength, Carl still didn't move. The fabrics of Carl's cloth tore in his grip.

"What the heck.."

"I didn't fucking ask you to romance him!" Henry screamed from the back. "Kill him!"

The bodyguard moved with a devastating force that could shatter a wall. His fist came at Carl's face.

Without moving, Carl caught his fist in his palm.

"What the..." His voice trialed off.

"Did he just catch his hand like it was a pencil? With one hand?" Someone gasped, his eyes wide.

Henry stared at the scene with wide eyes.

Cassandra, still restrained by the Bodyguards was in disbelief too.

Carl wrapped his grip around his fist tightly and yanked his arm. A sharp crack of shoulder joint separating echoed.

"Ahh!!"

The Bodyguard's arm slumped to the side loosely like a deflated tube. He tried to move his hands but it was useless.

He looked at Carl, his eyes wide in horror.

"This bastard cdn fight! What the heck have you done to my arms??" He screamed in panic, gripping his useless arm with the good arm.

"Stop barking."

Carl drove his feet into the man's stomach, sending him flying across the street several meters before his body slammed against one of the Cars, rocking it violently. Dent formed under his body, Glasses shattered, raining on him in shards. The man dropped to his knee heavily.

"You...who the heck are yo.." He coughed out blood.

The street gasped in shock,

then silence fell. Paper rustling carried loudly in the wind.

Henry's eyes widened in shock.

"What the heck?!" He muttered in disbelief.

Carl simply dropped his leg and exhaled softly, like he was bored already.

"Are you letting her go or are we doing this again?"

Cassandra narrowed her eyes on him in shock. He'd only seen something like this in movies.

The ordinary man who was in the room with her earlier, was actually this powerful.

But she had only witnessed the tip of the iceberg.

Henry's confident expression cracked with fear.

"What the fuck are you idiot waiting for?" He screamed, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "Tear him apart!!"

The remaining three bodyguards charged at Carl. Cassandra rushed forward quickly, seeing the number against Carl.

"Stop!!"

She stood in his front, forcing the approaching bodyguards to stop.

She spread her arms, her chest heaving.

She looked at Henry. "Tell your men to stop!" She screamed, catching her breath. "This man is innocent. If you have to fight anyone, it should be me." She said, forcing confidence into her voice. She stood defiantly in front of Carl like a Shield, her hair lashing behind in the air, carrying the whiff of shampoo and perfume to Carl's nostril.

Henry took one step forward. He stared at Cassandra for a second and laughed. Shortly at first, then he burst into a sickening laughter that sounded like glass breaking. He clapped his palm, the sound echoing down the nearly empty street.

"This...it is spectacular." He nodded, smirking in cruel amusement. "So this bastard fucked you now and you're defending him because his dick made you hot?"

His voice was a mix of anger and jealousy.

Cassandra stood her ground.

"Take your men and leave right now or I'll tell my family everything l. Your marriage with my sister will end."

Henry scoffed, tilting his head slightly. "You think I fucking care about your sister? She's just like every other women i have screwed before. She's no different. She's just a little modest whore."

Cassandra's expression cracked slightly in surprise. She always knew Henry never loved her sister but what she just witnessed had proven more. He saw m her sister as merely an object of satisfaction.

Henry pointed a finger at her.

"Be a good girl and come back to Daddy right now and I'll allow him to walk away with his body intact." He said with a considerable tone like he was giving Carl a chance to live.

“Stop this madness!!" She screamed, her chest heaving fast.

Henry scoffed, taking another step close. "You don't even know this mutt." He nodded at Carl. "He might be a criminal, a Spy, but you're so horny you spread your legs for him shamefully to mess with your *ss. You should be ashamed, Cassandra. What will your family say if they heard their little innocent daughter has been screwing men around, Huh? I could have made it easier for you last night, it could have been our little secret."

He smirked, taunting her.

Cassandra's fist Clenched at the side, shaking with fury she could barely contain.

Even in that anger, She knew Henry was trying to get on her nerves.

"That stranger is better than you!" She spat, her face twisted in anger and repulse. "You're angry because you couldn't handle a woman? Huh? So you decided to drug her and you think that makes you feel like a man? You're worse than an animal!"

Henry's smirk vanished. The playful glint in his eyes evaporated like mist in the air. He hadn't expected the response from her. He thought taunting her would break her.

His fist cracked, shaking violently at the side as a new wave of anger consumed him.

"How dare you talk to me like that?!! Have you forgotten who I am?" His voice was shaking with anger, bitterness and jealousy, changing the color of his face to beet red.

Carl had had enough of it.

He pulled Cassandra behind her gently and stepped forward, shielding her with his tall and muscular build like a wall made of skin.

"Enough of your ranting," His voice was usually calm, "walk away from this place with your dogs."

Henry grinned— ugly and wide like a vampire saw blood.

"Here comes the hero." He grinned in cruel amusement. "You screwed her in bed, I screw your life now."

"Finish him!!"

The three bodyguards rushed to Carl at once.

Carl didn't wait. He closed the gap, long enough distance to keep Cassandra protected during the fight and moderate enough to get keep her on his sight.

His right arm shot out like a missile, slamming against the first bodyguard, a powerful hook that snapped his neck to the side, blood and teeth sprayed out in the air in wild Arc.

He staggered backward and collapsed to the tarmac back-first. He tried and pushed his body up from the floor, staring at his own broken bloody jaw. He wanted to scream in horror, but it died painfully in his throat.

The two other bodyguards stopped, staring at the man in shock, fear, and horror.

They bolted.

"Where the fuck are you running to? I paid you for this..."

His voice cracked with fear. He started dragging his feet back.

"Those bastards!" He cursed under his breath, feeling heat crawl over his skin now that he was alone.