My Invincible Husband Has Returned

Chapter 230

The rest of the crowd was petrified, huddled in the shadows, too scared to even breathe too loudly lest they draw Liam's wrath upon themselves.

However, Billie was not like the rest. Even from her hiding spot, she was on her phone, her voice shrill with panic as she called her dad.

"Dad, please! You've got to come now! He's going to kill me! Dad, hurry!"

Billie's body shook with fear, her excess weight jiggling as she watched Samara lying motionless on the floor. Her eyes locked on Liam, terror-stricken, as she tried to bury herself further into the crowd.

The group, trembling in the corner, watched as Billie frantically tried to blend in with them while Liam, radiating deadly intent, advanced on them. The primal urge to survive kicked in and the person beside Billie shoved her away, hurling insults.

"Ah! Billie, stay away, don't you dare get me killed!"

"Damn, Billie, move it and get out of here! Leave us out of it! Liam, it's Billie and Samara who messed with Celena, not us!"

Meanwhile, downstairs at the hotel, a fleet of about twenty black sedans rolled up to the entrance, effectively sealing it off.

The sound of car doors slamming echoed as a swarm of tough-looking enforcers armed with bats and blades leaped out, each one exuding menace. A middle-aged man in a gray suit led them, casually smoking beside his car.

The hotel manager, who had been knocked around earlier, recognized the man and hobbled over, bowing deeply and exclaiming with a mix of respect and anger, "Mr. Wakelin!"

The newcomer was none other than Billie's father, Quim Wakelin, the notorious kingpin of Drunham City's underworld.

A heavyweight in the city's shady dealings, Quim commanded respect for his influence and wealth, owning a string of clubs and hotels. Beyond his criminal empire, he was also counted among the city's affluent.

"What the hell happened here?" Quim surveyed the wrecked hotel lobby, his expression turning stormy as he demanded an explanation.

The hefty manager wasted no time in spicing up the tale of what had just happened, lighting a fire under Quim's temper. With a commanding wave of his hand, Quim and his crew barged into the hotel.

A horde of over a hundred goons, weapons in hand, stormed in with a thunderous presence, making a beeline for Liam's private room. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

After Billie had been shoved out, Liam gave her a taste of her own medicine and then some. Billie was then sprawled on the floor, dazed and bleeding from the mouth. Her chubby face was so puffed up that her features were nearly indistinguishable. She lay there, barely hanging on to life. If it were not for the heaving of her chest, someone might have sworn she was a goner.

The chaos of footsteps and a chorus of angry shouts grew louder outside, coming on strong and mean!

"I want to see who's got the guts to mess with my daughter! Are they ignoring me or are they ignoring what I'm capable of?"

Quim's booming voice of fury reverberated through the hotel before he even showed up, echoing powerfully across the floors.

Then, Quim, seething with anger, showed up at the private room's entrance, his entourage of a hundred strong thugs following suit, storming the room with a vengeance.

About twenty thugs burst in first, surrounding Liam, and then parted to let the towering Quim through. He locked eyes on his darling daughter, lying battered on the floor, and with his pupils wide with rage. He let out a furious roar.