Winning Her Heart Back

regret it?” 

In Deep Trouble 

Reggie tried to get up, but Marcel stomped on his chest, it made him grimace in pain, and it felt like his ribs might crack. 

Reggie gasped, “Who the hell are you guys?” 

“You’ve been king of your little hill for so long that you really think you can do whatever you want, whenever you want,” Samuel spoke calmly, wedging one end of a steel pipe 

under a rock. 

“you’re like a big fish is a small pond, thinking you own the place. You think you can take on anyone, but I you’re way out of your league.” 

Reggie found the towering man stepping on him terrifying, but the calm, deliberate speaker was even scarier. Pale and trembling, he stammered, “If you dare touch me, I sweat you’ll regret ever being born! You! You! You–” 

“Ahhh 

Marcel kicked his leg into the L–shaped angle formed by the pipe and the rocks. Without hesitation, Samuel stomped on the pipe, snapping Reggie’s shinbone with a sickening crunch. 

His scream echoed throughout the alley. Samuel stared coldly. 

Ever since learning of Reggie’s kidnapping of Emelle, he had wanted to teach him a lesson, especially now that Reggie had harmed his sister. And now, in a foul mood with nowhere to vent his frustration, Samuel bent down…. 

His typically mild demeanor was now achilling contrast. His face had transformed into something akin to a demon’s. 

“I know where to draw the line. Your leg won’t be spared. Consider this a free lesson think carefully before crossing those you shouldn’t.” 

He released his grip and signaled for Marcel to back off. Marcel let go of Reggie, who lay there unable to move. As Marcel followed Samuel out of the alley, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Samuel was a tough nut to crack 

on the surface, he seemed like a harmless college professor. But beneath that façade, he was more ruthless than Marcel himself, a seasoned professional bodyguard. No wonder his boss had wamed him about the Swanson family–not a single one of them was to be underestimated. 

With Bryan in business, Nehemiah in medicine, Priscilla abroad, and Samuel in academia–they were all formidable. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Samuel’s older siblings excelled in their fields, but Melanie was different. She was so innocent that she hardly seemed to belong in the Swanson family at all. 

As they climbed into the car and left the slums behind, Samuel polished his glasses thoughtfully. “Why didn’t Wesley come to the hospital to see her?! 

“The boss had some business. He went back to Sentiland two days ago.” 

Samuel adjusted his glasses, his intimidating presence dissipating, leaving behind the familar figure of a well–educated scholar. 

“Got it,” Samuel replied. 

Reggie had left without his phone and lay in the alley for over an hour before one of his men tin insisted the hospital wasn’t sade 

ad him and rushed him to the hospital. Nervous and paranold, Reggie 

As soon as his leg was bandaged, he had his men carry him back home. On his way home, he vented his frustration, cursing and demanding they imcover the identities of those 

“But where do we start looking?” one of his men asked, confused. 

“Idiot!” Reggie smacked him on the head “Isn’t it obvious? They’ve got to be William’s men!” 

Wham was the only one he had messed with recently. His men recalled, “When we dug into that female witness, Emelie or whatever her name was, we found out her old man’s doing time in Capebatt City 

“And guess what? It’s the same prison as Leonard.” 

Reggie narrowed his eyes, his face twisted with malice. Someone was going to pay for his leg 

His men carried him into the two–story house. But the moment they stepped inside, they sensed things weren’t right. 

The yard, usually bustling with his men standing watch, now lay eerily empty. They entered cautiously, flicking on the lights with a sharpclick. 

Reggie was taken aback to find his men cistered in the corner of his living room like they were helpless prey. With hands shielding their heads, they were surrounded by a group of even in black attire. 

In Reggie’s living room, a young man lounged on the couch with a mole beneath his eye. He was exuling cockiness as he rested his legs casually on the coffee table. 

When Reggie was brought in the grinned and remarked, “I’m fashionably late, huh? Looks like your leg’s already done for.” 

“Who the hell are you?” Reggie demanded, his voice shaky. 

The man answered coolly, “Lyle Inning, 

He dropped his legs, locking eyes with Beggle. I’m here to settle things for Will. 

Reggle went silent, Lyle’s reputation wasn’t just local; It reverberated throughout Capehart cry and beyond. Reggie’s face tumed ashen as he finally realized the depth of trouble he was in William was far more dangerous than he had ever imagined.