Chapter 83 Why Didn’t You Dodge
Chris and Mikael exchanged a glance.
“I told you that Radley treats Freya differently, didn’t I?”
Mikael came back to the country not long ago, so he was curious. “But why did they divorce in the first place? And Wasn’t he in love with Danna?”
“He was blind at that time,” Chris snorted disdainfully. “Just watch. I bet he’ll try to get back with Freya. But whether she’ll agree to it is another story.”
Mikael laughed. “I’ve never seen Radley get rejected before. I’m looking forward to it.”
On the first floor of the bar, Freya squinted at the male stripper in front of her. “Why are there more and more of them?”
“They’re all just working here to earn money. You’re generous with your tips, so they naturally come to you.”
She nodded before noticing that Isabella had already approached one of the male strippers.
Upon closer inspection, Freya noticed that this particular stripper bore a striking resemblance to her.
brother.
See no evil! See no evil!
She was about to stand up and pull her friend away when she suddenly felt dizzy.
She immediately looked at the juice in front of her.
“I told you, this drink has a strong after-effect,” the man said loudly.
Freya stared in disbelief. “This is alcohol?”
“It’s fruit wine, a specialty of this place. You can’t taste any alcohol in it!” The man boasted.
She subconsciously touched her stomach.
“Izzy, let’s go,” Freya said while taking Isabella’s hand.
The other girls who came with Isabella also stood up..
“It’s time to go.”
“Izzy, we’ll leave first.”
Isabella gave a perfunctory response. She was showing great interest in the man who looked like Braxton.
After a while, only Isabella and Freya were left sitting at the table.
Freya tried to pull Isabella up, but Isabella refused to budge. “Isabella Parker!”
Freya was about to get angry when someone suddenly tapped her shoulder.
She turned around to see a man in his thirties smiling at her. “Miss, let’s have a drink together!”
As he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.
He had been staring at their table for a while. Since they were all beautiful women and most people had left, ho decided to approach them.
“Why are you so hot-headed? I like your fiery temper. The man laughed as he grabbed Freya’s arm.
Freya was considering whether or not to hit him when two of his companions appeared behind him. One of them tried to grab Isabella.
“Are you so thirsty for attention? These male strippers aren’t worth touching. Why don’t you let me satisfy you instead?”
Freya’s expression darkened as she looked at the bottle of alcohol on their table.
She was pregnant and had accidentally drunk some alcohol earlier. She weighed how much force she would need to knock them out.
Before she could make a decision, the man reached out to touch her face.
Suddenly, there was a crisp breaking sound.
Freya’s eyebrows twitched as she saw the man twist himself into an extreme posture and knelt in front of her.
Radley held the wrist of the man who reached out to her, lifted it, and looked down at him with a cold and disdainful gaze,
“Radley, what are you doing here?” Freya asked in surprise.
The two men let go of Isabella and ran over.
“Let him go!” One of them threatened while grabbing a bottle of alcohol to attack.
Radley’s eyes swept lightly, and with a slight movement to the side, he would be able to dodge the man. easily.
However, Freya was behind him.
Therefore, he stood still.
The wine bottle shattered and bloody red blood flowed down his forehead through his messy hair. The strong smell of alcohol made Freya’s heart tremble.
She hurriedly approached him and asked, “Why didn’t you dodge?!”
“It would have hit you,” Radley replied coldly. “Take her aside.”
Two men charged towards them again, and with one swift move, Radley dislocated one man’s arm while the other’s leg was broken.
The commotion had caught the attention of many people.
happening.
“D*mn it! Mikael! Stop shuffling! Radley got beaten!”
“No way. He can fight!” Mikael didn’t believe it. He slightly bent his left hand and smoothly arranged the cards into a stack with his right hand.
“Just look! His face is covered in blood!”
Mikael stood up with a cold smile. “If you’re lying-
His gaze shifted to the window, and the cards fell from his hands onto the ground. “D*mn it!”
The two men opened the door and went downstairs. Before leaving, Mikael picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and said, “Clear the bar immediately!”
The bar suddenly cleared out, with the bar taking responsibility for all the expenses. Some people left either happy or angry, while others regretted not spending more,
The crowd surrounding Radley was the last to be cleared out. Three men lay on the ground with bruises on their faces.
Radley stood there with his cold face separated by blood. His eyes were sharp and fierce as he stared at the men on the ground.
The music had stopped, and with the bar cleared out, the silence was eerie.
Mikael and Chris stood next to Radley. “Radley, I’ll have someone come over to bandage you up. We’ll go to the hospital first!”
Isabella was so drunk by now that she had fallen asleep on the sofa, and Freya was watching over her with a furrowed brow.
Radley waved his hand to block Mikael’s outstretched hand.
Then, he walked toward the man with a twisted leg on the ground.
He lifted his foot and stepped on the man’s right hand. “Since you used this hand to touch something you shouldn’t, it’s better off gone.”
Freya remained silent, and she remembered the man patting her shoulder earlier.
Radley’s voice was cold and emotionless as he looked down at the men on the ground. His gaze was devoid of any emotion.
Mikael whispered to Chris, “I think he’s fine. Let’s just leave him be.”
Chris replied quietly. “What did these guys do?”
Radley was always calm and collected, and he rarely got his hands dirty when disciplining others as he found them dirty.
Freya stood by as she watched the man wail and pass out, only to wake up again.
She approached Radley and said, “That’s enough. Let’s go to the hospital now.”
Radley’s angry gaze swept toward her direction, but it quickly dissipated when he saw who it was,
He said, “I’ll send you home.”
Freya panicked. “You need to bandage your head! You lost so much blood?”
He didn’t say anything and tightly held onto her wrist. She struggled for a moment but couldn’t break free, so she pursed her lips.
After all, he had helped her, and based on her previous experience, she couldn’t beat him.
“I still need to send Izzy home. Freya said in a slightly softer voice as she recognized the situation and acted wisely.
Radley glanced at Chris and Mikael and said, “Send her back to Parker Residence.”
Freya wasn’t at ease with two men sending a drunk woman home.
He glanced at her. “Don’t worry, they won’t touch her.”
Chris caught on to the implication and stared at Freya. “Miss Kaufmann, do you think we’re hooligans? I’m not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in a vulnerable state!”
Mikael nodded. “Yes, you’re just an infamous playboy from Vroria.”
“Hey, I am also someone who has standards. I would not take advantage of someone drunk-”
Radley shot a glance over, and Chris shut his mouth.
“Deal with these three on the ground too.” Radley looked at Mikael and then at the three men on the ground. “They’re not to appear in Caltun again, and that hand must go.”
Mikael smiled gracefully. “You got it.”
