You Should Be Grateful

A loud crashing noise rang from within the room.

"George, you're going too far!"

Christine hurled a mug in the middle of the living room, her beautiful and stunning face was distorted with rage and indignance, "How dare you to come here and request that I should remarry! How dare you order me to sleep with someone else?"

"Who do you think am I?"

"And who do you think you are? I would rather kill myself than do something as shameful as being a bargaining tool for you lot!"

She roared at the young man standing in front of her as tears of indignance ran down her cheeks.

The Ayala family that disowned her five years ago and never even contacted her for five whole years was now saying that she should return home. At first, Christine had thought that they were willing to let bygones be bygones, so she was excited to return.

However, little did she knew that her return had strict conditions.

Indeed, they were willing to let Christine return to the family but her position would be nothing more than a marriage tool! They were trying to use her as a product to please the eldest son of the Rosales family in order to secure a business deal.

She had the blood of the Ayala family in her veins and she was their own flesh and blood. But to think that they would be so cruel as to actually lure her back to the family, so they could throw her into a wolf's den! They didn't care about her life and death at all.

The harsh slap of reality that came crashing down on Christine's cheeks was so ruthless that this determined woman who had struggled for five whole years without spilling any tears was now crying her eyes out.

"Cousin, I really don't understand why you're refusing our offer. It's been five years and you still haven't found where the father of that kid is!"

"Shouldn't it be about time for you to move on? Why are you trying to put yourself on a pedestal? Don't even pretend to be so high and mighty when you're just a goddamned slut who bore a child out of wedlock!"

"I am giving out a fine offer here!"

"The assets of the Rosales family is worth billions in the market and their family is as big as ours when it comes to the market share that they enjoy!"

"Furthermore, Alex Rosales, the eldest son of the Rosales family is willing to let you bring your daughter to live with him!"

"I really don't understand, cousin!"

"It must have taken you nine lifetimes to get such good karma that the eldest son of the Rosales family would even be willing to look in your way!" George coldly scoffed, "Who knows how many women out there would kill to take this chance away from you?"

"You're simply ungrateful! You ingrate!"

"We've already given you enough time, cousin. Alex is not willing to wait any longer. Today, even if I have to drag you to the family, I will bring you back with me so you can marry him!" George gave out an ultimatum.

Christine's pupils constricted, "Get out! I'd rather die than marry someone that I do not even know nor love!"

"Is that your final answer? If it is, then I can only say that you're really stupid. Who do you think you are to decide on behalf of the Ayala family?" George didn't even maintain his facade anymore as he dropped all the pretenses and glanced at the bodyguards standing beside him that had been observing everything from the start.

"Knock her out. We're going to tie her up and serve her to the Rosales family on a silver platter." George gave his command.

"Sir, yes, sir!" The bodyguards immediately rushed at Christine.

"No! Stay away!" Christine might be a lady of resolve and determination, but it was still impossible for her to fend off several men attacking her at once. In a panic, she brandished the knife that she was holding behind her back the entire time. The blade of the knife happened to scratch George's face as he staggered backward and let out a shrill cry.

"Young master!" The bodyguards started at George in horror as they stopped in their tracks and assisted their employer.

"Shit, you bitch! How dare you attack me like this?! Get her! Tie her up for me!"

George angrily barked.

The searing pain on his cheek made him see red as he stood up and ran towards Christine along with the bodyguards. Raising his hand up in the air, he was about to bring it down to Christine's face as the bodyguards skillfully seized the knife that she was holding in her hands.

With the force that George was using, Christine would slip into a coma once George's palm landed on her face.

Christine wanted to dodge, but she had been pushed into a corner and the hand was too fast for her to avoid. Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced herself for impact when a loud explosion suddenly rang out.

Bang!

The door was forced open with a kick and Henry quickly arrived at George's side, stopping his hand on time.

"You... Who are you?" George stared at Henry in shock. Who was this handsome young man? Furthermore, how could he be so strong? The hands that held his arm felt as if it was made with molten iron. The sheer strength that it possessed generated so much heat through friction that George felt as if the skin of his arm was about to peel off.

The bodyguards also stared at Henry in shock.

They remembered vividly that they had locked the doors from the inside after they kicked out the young lass. Moreover, since Christine Ayala was a single mother and a devastating beauty at that—her house had five locks that she attached to her doors to keep herself and her daughter secure and safe from burglars.

Those locks were made out of strong materials that an average human being couldn't possibly destroy with just a single kick.

Just who was this man?

Henry paid no attention to the bodyguards as he stared right at George, "You should thank your lucky stars that you are related to her by blood and you should also be grateful that your hand still hasn't landed on her face..."

"If not, you wouldn't come out of this room with your life intact."

"What?"

"What are you talking about?" For some reason, the stare of this handsome young man sent shivers down George's spine, "Let me go!"

"All right." Henry lightly nodded.

Crack!

"AAAHHH!" A shrill scream rang out from George's throat.

Henry went ahead and directly twisted George's arm, making him scream as if he was a pig being butchered in a slaughterhouse. Tears welled up George's eyes as he tore his vocal cords, turning his shrill screams into hoarse groans.