Chapter 5

Frederick narrowed his eyes. He dodged and snatched the dagger away from Mitchell in a flash.

Not expecting him to move so swiftly, Mitchell lunged forward and fell heavily to the ground.

When Marianne saw her son fall, she hurried into the mansion to check on him.

Frederick's gaze on Mitchell was frosty as he gripped the dagger in his hand. For three years of his marriage, he had treated Mitchell like his own brother. Now that he had just gotten a divorce from Priscilla, Mitchell actually wanted to take his life? How ungrateful!

Frederick threw the dagger forcefully at Mitchell. With a squelch, the blade buried itself into his thigh.

"Ahh!"

Mitchell grabbed at his right thigh in utter shock as he watched his blood trickle down along the blade of the dagger. He was in such pain that he broke out in cold sweat.

What was going on? Why hadn't the blade retracted into the hilt as it had earlier on? Had he really stabbed Frederick with it, wouldn't he have committed murder?

Marianne helped him up and began cursing at Frederick, "You son of a bitch! How dare you stab my son? You'll face the consequences for it!"

Frederick was so pissed off and he nearly burst out in laughter when he heard her words. Her son had just attempted to murder him, and he had merely given him a warning! How brazen of her to say such a thing!

Suddenly, Marianne, who had been roaring away like a rabid beast just moments ago, quietened down. She began giving the place a proper study.

The place was glamorous and lavishly decorated, and the mansion looked fit for aristocrats.

Marianne had been exposed to the world of the rich and famous for the past three years, so she could tell that the place was worth at least a whopping 30 thousand dollars.

"Oh you, sly and conniving scumbag! I knew you couldn't possibly not be left with any inheritance at all! It turns out that you've stashed them all away, haven't you?

"My daughter wasted three years of her youth on you! You should be repaying her for it! You should be left penniless after the divorce! All your wealth, including this mansion, should be hers!"

Frederick had not a single ounce of patience left for either of them.

"My parents had indeed left me with no inheritance whatsoever after their demise, and I have remained true to Priscilla all these years. My conscience is clear. The both of you had better stop making a scene here, or I'm not going to play nice anymore."

But Marianne and Mitchell both got the wrong idea that Frederick was still very wealthy, so they refused to leave.

Mitchell covered his wound with his hand and spat venomously through clenched jaws, "You're not going to return the money are you, you bastard? I can make a call and get a bunch of people from my gang over to break your mother-fucking limbs and piss all over your dead parents' grave! Let's see if you're still going to hold on to that money!"

Marianne broke out in a triumphant grin. She felt that what her son was doing was amazing.

"Get more of your men here to teach him a good lesson, Mitch! This bastard deserves to die! Just like his filthy parents!"

By then, Frederick's gaze on them had turned icy cold. The deceased should be left to rest in peace, but Marianne and Mitchell had repeatedly insulted his deceased parents. It was absolutely disrespectful.

Just as Mitchell pulled his phone out and was about to make a call, the shrill voice of a woman was heard. "You're calling your men? I'd very much like to see if any of you dare to lay a single finger on Mr. York!"

All three of them whipped around to see who the person who had spoken was. Vivianne, who had hurriedly rushed over, walked in through the door with sweat on her brows.

The moment he laid eyes on her, Mitchell began drooling like he'd never seen a woman before.

"Why, Frederick York! Not only did you buy a mansion in secret, you even have such a hot mistress here! You should repay my sister for the divorce! All of these things should belong to the Miller family, including this mistress of yours!"

Vivianne was incensed by how a bastard was objectifying her, and right in front of her, no less!

As a daughter of the prominent Danbury family, she had never been insulted as such in her life before!

"Mr. Quinta, slap him! Don't stop until he learns to watch his words!"

With Vivianne's orders, a lean man dressed in all black cracked his knuckles and promptly walked up to Mitchell.

Before Mitchell could register what was going on, the man in black had already cracked a hard slap across his face.

A loud, crisp smack echoed through the mansion.

The impact of the slap sent Mitchell, who was very well-built, spinning on the spot like a top. He spun around for three whole rounds before collapsing to the ground.

Seeing stars, Mitchell spat out a mouthful of blood. Except, it wasn't just blood. Two of his teeth had come loose and were spat out along with the blood.

Holding his cheek in his hand, he shouted at Vivianne, "You wretched bitch! I'll get my men to make your life a misery!"

Vivianne turned and said to the man in black, "Mr. Quinta, end his goddamn life!"