Chapter 778 Miss McKinnon is Mr. Brighthall’s Lover

Sam lifted him high—a feat easy enough for his well-trained muscles. He chucked him at a chair, and the force with Henry’s weight combined smashed the poor thing into pieces.

Sam picked up one of its legs like a baton.

Henry almost wetted himself from the sudden change of events. Still lying on the floor, he begged, “Stop, Mr. Brighthall! Sir! Oh Lord, stop! I’ll give you everything you need! Don’t hit me! Please! Stop!”

The blood from his nose and lips seemed to have mixed together before rolling down his face and splattering onto the floor. He was shaking.

Sam turned to look at Brendan, who simply lit up a cigarette. The rage in his eyes hardly dissipated.

The bodyguard understood. He stomped on Henry a few more times until the man was too beaten to even shout, and finally, Sam asked, “Do you know what was your mistake?”

Henry shook his head like his life depended on it. Judging from his badly bruised face, he would not be wrong.

Sam pulled him by the collar and said in a low