Chapter 297

"Fiance? Yeah, right. Everyone knows you got dumped. Are you still clinging to that title? He wouldn't take you back even if you paid him!"

The bodyguard laughed scornfully at Cheryl's outburst, throwing back a harsh retort without a second thought for her being a woman or Reginald's age. They pinned the trio to the ground and did not stop until they had thoroughly thrashed them.

Yafe did everything he could to shield Reginald. Seizing a moment, they scrambled back to the car and beat a hasty retreat.

Reginald's face bore the marks of the scuffle, and Yafe was battered, his back marked with the distinct imprint of shoes. Cheryl was a complete mess. Her hair was askew, her face swollen, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, and missing a shoe. She sat on a chair, hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Reginald had his hand pressed against his throbbing cheek and roared with fury, "This is a complete disgrace! If it weren't for that Liam, I wouldn't be facing su