Chapter 707

The bravado he’d shown moments ago vanished, replaced by sheer terror. Faced with Harrison, his legs were too weak to even stand.
Harrison’s terrifying aura didn’t just subdue Lennon; it silenced the entire room.
A dead quiet fell over the suite. The crowd Lennon had invited had no idea who Harrison was—they were from a world far below his but they were still so frightened they barely dared to breathe.
“What do you want Lennon cried out, his voice a mix of bravado and fear as he tried to scramble backward.
But the moment he moved, Harrison’s foot descended upon his throat. The man’s posture was casual, yet the pressure was immense, as if he intended to crush his windpipe.
Lennon began to struggle in panic, gurgling sounds escaping his lips as his eyes widened in terror.
He felt as if he was a second away from dying under Harrison’s foot. This update ıs available on.net
“Lennon, if you’re really looking for a death wish, I don’t mind granting it!”
Even as he did this, Harrison remained elegant and detached, as if he were handling not a human life, but a mere ant.
His chilling presence, like that of a grim reaper, struck fear into the hearts of everyone watching, making even breathing a daunting task.
The only one unaffected was Anastasia. A lovely smile graced her lips as she looked at the fearsome man before her. She wasn’t scared at all; in fact, her eyes sparkled. She thought there was no man more handsome than her Hubby.
Still, as disgusting as Lennon was, it wasn’t worth it for her Hubby to be charged with murder over such trash.
She stepped forward. “Hubby, let’s go!”
The moment he felt her arm around his, the pressure Harrison was about to apply to Lennon’s throat eased. The murderous chill in his eyes slowly receded.
One second, he was the embodiment of a frozen hell; the next, he had returned to the mortal world.
Casting one last cold glance at the man on the floor, Harrison finally removed his foot and took her hand. “Let’s go.”
Lennon, his face ashen, gasped for air like a man who had just escaped death.
Just then, Marcus appeared at the doorway with several men. Seeing Lennon, he sneered, “What do you think this place is, that any riffraff canjust walk in A piece of trash like you just dirties the place!”
“Someone get these people out of here! And next time, whoever lets this kind of filth in can pack their bags and get lost!”
The bar manager stood behind him, bowing and scraping, his face covered in a cold
sweat.
He had only heard that this Lennon claimed to be from the Lancaster family, and knowing Mr. Jackson’s close relationship with Mr.
vet
Lancaster, he had given him special treatment Who could have known..!
Anastasia held Harrison’s hand and walked toward the exit, signaling for Gwen to follow.
The girl who had led her to the room hesitated for a moment, then quietly tagged along.
Outside the suite, Anastasia glanced back to see a chaotic scene. Several large security guards were
rigorously carrying out Marcus’ orders, looking as if they were
literally going to throw people out.
Lennon’s so-called friends were all in a pathetic state, thoroughly humiliated.
As for Lennon, he had been helped to his feet but was clutching his chest, his face
pale. There was even a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Anastasia thought about where her Hubby’s kick had landed and with how much force, then nonchalantly looked away.
Ah, probably a broken rib or two.