Chapter 143

Luke walked up to Patricia, his cold stare making her voice tremble. "You want to try hitting me? My husband is right here!"

Luke responded icily, "Hitting you would dirty my hands."

I saw a rare ferocity in Luke’s eyes—cold and ruthless. Patricia, held by the security guards, fell silent. Her husband, Mark, however, was a brute. He broke free from the security guards and charged at Luke.

Farm work had made him strong, and the guards couldn’t hold him back. As he lunged, I shouted, “Luke!”

Luke turned swiftly and delivered a powerful kick to Mark’s stomach, sending him sprawling on the ground, clutching his abdomen and groaning.

Mark’s wife started wailing, threatening to call the police and have Luke arrested. Luke laughed coldly, “Call the police? Let me help you.”

With that, he dialed 911. The Jennings family looked at each other in disbelief; they hadn’t expected Luke to actually call the police. Their plan had been to extort money from me or bully their way into staying at m