Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 65

Anxiety gripped Lydia when she saw her daughter whipping up Samuel's number. "Yvonne, are you

really going to waste your time calling him? What if that fatty comes back?"

"Not another word from you, Mom. All of you, shut up," Yvonne snapped, her tone rising.

Flora glared at Yvonne. What a temper that little brat had! However, the fatty would probably forget

about Steven, since he wanted Yvonne to sleep with him. Now all this was none of her business.

Yvonne finally got through to her husband. She asked, "Samuel, where are you?"

He was slurping a mouthful of instant noodles. "At home," he replied. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"Er...I ran into some trouble here. Can you come over and help?" Yvonne said apologetically. They had

not brought him out to dinner, yet he was the first person she called when there was trouble. It was all

because o f her mother-if not for her, Yvonne would never have left Samuel at home alone.

"All right. I’ll come over now," her husband answered without hesitation.

Yvonne released a sigh of relief at Samuel's words. She would never force him to do anything on the

basis of their non-existent marital relationship. If he did not

want to do it, she would not pressure him to do it.

Lydia flew into a panic when she saw Yvonne tucking her phone away after ending the call. "Yvonne,

call your grandmother too!" she cried. "You can’t put all your trust in Samuel." 2

"I believe in him,” her daughter replied coolly.

"Y-you..." Lydia was rendered speechless.

Steven looked at his cousin with a mirthless smile on his face. The worst that could possibly happen

was that he would suffer another round of beatings if this matter was not settled. However, he had no

reason to panic, considering that Yvonne herself was not panicking even though the prospect of having

to sleep with that fatty loomed over her.

In another private room in the hotel.

The fatty raised his glass boisterously. "Brother Johann, you'd better take good care of me once you

climb to the top. Even Gareth is within your clutches now. Cloud City will be yours soon!"

Johann sipped on his wine, expressionless, but his insides were twisted with bitter triumph.

Before, he would naturally savor such words of appraisal. Cloud City was truly close to being entirely

controlled by him, after all.

Yet after what had happened with Blake, he felt as though the status of being the most powerful man in

Cloud City was slowly slipping from his reach. It was evident that Samuel was not happy with what he

did i n the Longman underground den.

Now that Manfred was making a comeback, how could he ever hope to compete?

"All right then. I'll definitely treat you nicely when the opportunity presents itself,” Johann replied.

The fatty’s face broke out into smiles. He bobbed his head vigorously. "Thank you, Brother Johann.

Let's drink to that!"

Just as they were making their toasts, Samuel walked into the private room with a dark expression.

Johann leaped to his feet when he saw Samuel. 'Why did he suddenly appear here?'

"Brother Samuel," Johann cried out respectfully.

The fatty was slightly tipsy with drink. He smiled and said to Johann, "Brother Johann, who’s this? You

called him 'Brother'? Are you serious?"

Johann glared at the fatty, afraid that he would talk nonsense. "You’d better shut your trap," he

warned." You have no place to talk here."

"Is this your friend?" Samuel asked Johann.

Johann could not comprehend why Samuel was there, so he did not dare to carelessly reveal his

relations to the fatty. "We’re just acquaintances," he said." Drinking buddies.” "He’s got some guts,

telling my woman to sleep with him," Samuel said coldly.

Gooseflesh prickled all over Johann's body when he heard those words. He was extremely aware of

why Samuel had chosen to remain in the Sue family.

That fatty actually dared to harass his woman.

Johann picked up the wine bottle and smashed it over the fatty’s head.

He jerked, half-awake from the alcohol muddling his senses. He rubbed his head in confusion. "Brother

Johann, what’s the meaning of this?" he asked Johann.

"What's the meaning of this? You really have a death wish, do you? You have no right to even look at

Brother Samuel’s woman." Johann waved his hand after he finished talking. A few of his underlings

pinned the fatty on the ground and started to beat him up.