TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

Going to crush them

She burst into tears and crashed into his arms. He held her warmly, caressing her bruised skin, examining the injuries.

“Come. It's alright…”

He raised her up and took her upstairs. Tears rolled down my myher eyes and wet his chest as she leaned closely on him.

Slowly, her body was lowered on to the warm bed and he undressed her, revealing her pale skin.

Thankfully, his first aid kit was at home and the system's tech knowledge also gave him directions on what to do.

She winced and screamed as he gently applied pressure on the bruises, her body flowing with overwhelming pain.

When he was done, he covered her with sheets and let her relax peacefully on his chest.

“Freya, baby, who did this to you? Who's the bastard that dared touch you?”

She was in pain and couldn't speak. Anytime she tried to talk, it was overtaken by the heavy sobs and tears.

“It's alright, baby. It's alright. I'll handle it…”

He wanted to get off bed when she held him back, her frail hand shaking violently,her teeth gnashing, her eyes glowing with pain…

“Lucas…”

He turned right at her, expecting to hear names that he'll deal with tonight but instead, it was pleas.

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes… sure…”

He slid back in to the sheet and rested her head peacefully on his chest, wrapped her hands around him and stroked her hair gently.

He was baffled at what could have happened to her. He couldn't understand who or what could have done this to her… and why?

Freya was not a troublesome person, unlike him. She was peaceful, calm and a loving soul. What would have warranted such beating and humiliation from a strong hand?

‘The hand might be strong, but it'll feel my fist when I found out,’ he thought.

How dare such a person disrespect him this way? If not for the fact that he didn't want to push her too far, that person would probably be dead by now.

He couldn't sleep. He kept on pondering on it all night while she snored in his arms.

Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, not a night of pain, not a night of shame.

That name echoed in his head again–Orlando.

It can only be him that will be capable of doing this nonsense, and definitely, he was going to pay dearly for it. He had messed with the wrong person and he would be dealt with accordingly.

He just fumed with anger and patiently waited for the morning so he could begin his devious plans on him.

Determination and hate enveloped him. He could see himself destroying Orlando's bones. He saw the scene clearly, Orlando begging for mercy at his feet but he wouldn't spare him, he'll behead him and have his head hanged on top of his company logo.

He wasn't thinking about consequences anymore. Like, the fact that Orlando has the guts to attack his wife struck with awe and matchless confusion.

The vendetta was between the both of them, why drag Freya into this madness.

He tried to get his phone and make some calls so Orlando can be found but her wincing cry made him stay put.

She firmly held him all night, unwilling to let go of her safe haven, the one man that offered her protection. She didn't want to tell him who did it to her that night as she knew he would enbark on a bloody feud that night, she wanted this, him, cuddling and petting her all night while she slept peacefully in is arms. That feeling was unmatchable to any joy of revenge.

The next morning, when she woke up, his eyes was wide open, staring into the ceiling, reddened.

“You didn't sleep?”

His gaze locked on to her, she knew the next question he was about to ask ans sighed deeply. It was as if she didn't want him to do anything about, she just wanted to let it slide and quit the job, but as far as Lucas lived, that was impossible.

“What happened to you, Freya?” He leaned in closer and and stroked her hair gently. Gently, he sat up and rested her head on his hard chest that simmered with heat from the burning rage in his heart.

“Promise me you wouldn't take matters into your hands?”

It was shocking at how she was taking the matter lightly, or so he thought. Why wouldn't she want him to deal with whoever accordingly?

Or was there something she wasn't telling him?

“What do you mean, Freya? How would you come back home beaten up and bruised and expect me to do nothing?”

“Then I won't tell you. You will go out there beating them…” she sobbed. “I hate to see you like that. Besides, you're no longer the man you used to be. You're now watched by prying eyes and one wrong move…”

He thought about her words, allowing it to sink into his head and took a deep breath.

“Alright then. I won't do anything…” She smiled warmly but he wasn't done.

“Just legal actions?”

She sighed, but at least, that was better than him embarking on a killing spree.

“Alright…”

With that, she narrated everything that had been happening to her at work and how she tried to tell him before he left for his show but didn't want to ruin his mood. And thank God, as if she knew…

“You should have told me. I could have cancelled the event for you. I'll do anything for you, my love…”

She knew it and just smiled. As a matter of fact, she could write Lucas like a book. She knew his every move even before he makes them.

“So Donald did this to you right?”

She nodded like a child reporting a matter to her parent, her eyes glowing like a small scared cat.

“It's going to be alright, love. I'll handle it. I'll make sure…”

He paused there. She looked at him sternly…

“You promised,” she reminded him.

He nodded again with a soft smile.

“Please, I just want to lean on you. Don't go anywhere today…”

“Sure. Anything for you.”

His nostrils breathed fire. The anger that burned in his soul could raze down a building. It could burn someone to ashes with no pieces left to be found.

Even though he'll listen to Freya and not attack them, his fist itched for action, at least just small touches to their faces would do, but she wouldn't allow it.

One thing was certain, even though he wasn't going to attack them physically, he was going to come at them with every legal force he had… he was definitely going to crush them. They had just crossed a line they shouldn't have, and there's no going back now.