Chapter 377

After Roy finished giving instructions to the coffee shop staff, he got in the car with the big guys. The employee now held Roy’s phone in their hands. Following his instructions, they dialed the first number in his contacts.

Molly really didn’t want to take Roy’s call today. He’d made such an intimate move without her permission, and she felt like she needed to punish him a little. Otherwise, he’d just keep pushing boundaries. But the phone kept ringing, again and again. Molly frowned and signaled for the meeting to pause. She finally answered. “I’m busy. You’ve got three minutes.”

Since she’d spoken in Wallingtonian, the person on the other end didn’t quite understand, but they spoke up anyway. “Hello, are you Ms. Hill?” “Who is this?” Molly asked. The person explained that they worked at the coffee shop. They said the phone’s owner had been taken away by several men, and his phone was left behind at the scene. As soon as Molly heard this, she knew the people who took Roy were most likely working for Beckett. Beckett really thought he was her man, actually going after Roy like this. The person who had Roy taken was indeed Beckett. When Beckett saw Roy brought back looking perfectly fine and energetic, his expression turned strange. Still, it was good that they’d brought him back. He was going to make sure Roy would never dare set foot in Ustrana again. Beckett noticed Roy looking him up and down with a disgusted expression. “Damn Wallingtonian, what are you staring at?” he snapped. “Stay away from me. Why does a grown man douse himself in so much cologne? It reeks.” Roy pinched his nose, looking completely repulsed. “I’m wearing the most expensive men’s cologne available. There’s no way it smells bad,” Beckett said viciously. “Who the hell do you think you are to criticize me?” He grabbed Roy by the collar. “You sure are full of yourself.” Roy let him grab his collar without resistance. “If you’re trying to get me to stay away from Momo, I’ve got two words for you–not happening. “Momo will never marry you. You’re not her type. No matter how much you try to win her over, she’ll never like you.” Beckett’s temper flared at just a few words from Roy. “She doesn’t like me? You think she’d prefer some pretty boy like you?” “Of course she would.” Roy smirked.

Beckett threw a punch straight at his face. Roy didn’t dodge. “I’m warning you. Momo is my woman. We’re getting married. If I catch you bothering her again, I’ll kill you.” Beckett’s voice was full of threats. “I’m not scared.” Roy simply shrugged. “Shit!” Beckett started hitting him harder, putting real force behind his punches. Roy didn’t fight back at all. He just protected his head, only dodging when Beckett aimed for the more vulnerable parts of his body.

The sight of Roy taking a beating without fighting back completely threw off the security guards who had been crying and begging for mercy just moments before. They even started wondering if this was some kind of trap. Just as they were about to warn Beckett, Molly arrived. She saw Roy getting beaten and her anger exploded. She rushed over and kicked Beckett hard. Beckett stumbled backward, his face going pale. He clearly hadn’t expected Molly to show up so quickly. When Roy saw her arrive, a smirk subtly crossed his face. Then, he immediately switched to looking pitiful. “Momo, you came.” Molly crouched down to check Roy’s injuries. His usually clean face was swollen from the beating, and his lip was split. She glared at Beckett furiously. “Who gave you the right to hurt him?” “I..” Beckett hesitated. “Momo, I wasn’t trying to kill him.” “You wanted to kill him?” Molly’s eyebrows shot up. “Let me explain!” Molly kicked him again, this time with real force. Beckett went down hard and stayed on the ground. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d beaten up Roy and Molly was this angry about it. After dealing with Beckett, Molly turned to Roy with a stern expression. “I thought you could fight. Why didn’t you fight back?“ “There were too many of them. I was scared.” Roy lied effortlessly. “They had guns, and I’m still getting over this cold. I hadn’t eaten anything, so I didn’t have the strength to fight.” Roy kept playing the victim. “Momo, they really hurt me. Now you’re being mean to me too. Don’t you feel bad for me at all?” Molly pressed her lips together. Her stern expression was starting to soften. Beckett’s face turned red with rage. “You manipulative bastard! Momo, don’t let him fool you.” Roy thought with satisfaction, ‘So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?‘