My Invincible Husband Has Returned

Chapter 236

Ignoring her wounds, Billie crawled over to Liam, apologizing just as fervently as Quim while spilling all of Samara's dirty secrets.

"Mr. Cole! I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have let myself be swayed, to go along with them in tormenting your wife! Please, spare my dad and me! I was wrong to underestimate you and wrong to harm Celena! It was all Samara's doing, she's the one who brought us here, and told us to pick on your wife! She was about to rip off Celena's clothes just now... to throw..."

Liam's eyes turned to ice, his piercing gaze fixed on Billie as he asked in a chilling tone, "Rip off the clothes... and throw what?"

"Samara vowed to strip Celena bare and toss her out for all to see, to reveal the famed beauty of Drunham City! Mr. Cole, it was all Samara's doing!" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

True friends, huh? Those were only true when it did not cost them anything. However, Billie, desperate for a lifeline, threw Samara under the bus!

Already roughed up by Liam, Samara quivered on the floor. Billie's words hit her like a bolt from the blue, sending waves of terror through her. She shook her head frantically. "No... that's a lie! Liam, don't listen to her, it's all lies, I swear I didn't..." Samara's whole body shook uncontrollably, her face ashen and twisted in fear, dreading Liam's wrath might end her life.

She glared at Billie with fury and lunged, grabbing her hair and yelling with a twisted face. "Why do you frame me? I didn't... you're the lowlife! I'll make you pay for this..."

However, Billie was not one to be easily overpowered. She yelped as her hair was yanked, and then, with a swift move, she toppled Samara to the ground. Her sturdy frame pinned Samara down as they scuffled relentlessly. "Ha, you call me lowlife? You're the one who couldn't stand Celena, and now you're trying to drag us down with you. You're the one who deserves the worst!"

"Ugh, you... you're the worst, Billie! You yank my hair again, and I swear I'll flatten you, you tub of lard. Who else would even look your way if not for me? You think anyone else would call you 'sister' with all that blubber? Makes me sick just looking at you." Samara was pinned down, struggling to breathe, yet her words remained as sharp as daggers.

Crash!

Liam kicked a wine bottle, sending it flying. The glass shattered with a piercing clang, jolting the brawling duo into stillness. Their faces drained of color as they remembered Liam's presence.

The room fell silent once more, and Liam's voice cut through the quiet, icy and commanding.

"Get the hotel owner in here, now!"

Eaden did not waste a second, dispatching someone to fetch the owner. Within minutes, Tucker burst in, drenched in sweat and heaving for breath.

He had caught wind of the chaos at the hotel on his way over. However, nothing prepared him for the sight that greeted him. Quim's crew, Eaden's lot, even faces from the police force swarmed the place.

Tucker, a mere businessman, had never witnessed such a spectacle. It was beyond his wildest imaginings.

Stepping into the private room, he was met with a sea of bowed heads. Quim and his daughter, his own girl Samara, and there stood Eaden and Howard, the picture of deference.