Chapter 17: How Dare You Touch Her

Everyone in the room looked over.

Henry Russell withdrew his leg that he had kicked out, and his nearly 1.9-meter tall figure stood conspicuously at the door.

He wore a black suit, and his indifferent eyes emitted a chilling glow when he saw the situation in the room.

Flow Stanley loosened his grip on Charlotte Cooper's hand, she took the opportunity to break free and ran to a safe place, with the director shielding her in front.

Curious onlookers peered into the room from outside, gasping when they saw the chaos inside.

Henry Russell's footsteps moved, his strides were not large and even slow, but the sound of his leather shoes clicking on the floor made people's hearts tremble.

Jason Lee's face showed no expression, not even the anger he should have had, but the low pressure emanating from him made everyone feel afraid.

Flow Stanley stood there, looking at the cold light in Henry's eyes, and his body swayed as he became somewhat sober from his drunkenness.

Henry Russell walked to Charlotte Cooper's side, removed his coat and draped it over her, then cleaned the dirt from her face.

With his warm palm cupping her face, Charlotte's heart settled down, she looked up into his eyes.

After tidying her hair and making her look less unkempt, Henry Russell stopped and looked at her tenderly, "Give me some time and go out first, okay?"

He then glanced at the other people in the room.

The director reacted and hurriedly said, "Yes, it's too messy here. Let's go out first. Charlotte, let me help you out first."

Everyone looked at Henry Russell, then at Flow Stanley who had not made any moves, hurriedly grabbed their belongings, and left the room, kindly closing the door behind them.

Besides the manager, there was no one left on the floor. Seeing them come out, he quickly had them move to the room across.

But no one had an appetite to eat. After comforting Charlotte for a while, they all left.

Lara Milan was about to leave with the other actors, but Charlotte suddenly raised her head and called out to her, "Lara, how are you going back?"

Lara was stunned, then looked back at Charlotte, confirming that she was talking to her, but the expression on her face was somewhat subtle, "I called my assistant, they will come and pick me up in a while."

Charlotte nodded.

Seeing that there were only the director and Charlotte left in the room, the director felt a bit awkward.

"Director, you can go too."

Charlotte told him.

She understood why he hadn't spoken up at the beginning, after all, no one wanted to offend Flow Stanley. The Stanley family was powerful with a dark background, and offending him would be like facing a semi-blacklist status in the circle.

The director rubbed his hands together awkwardly, "I'll accompany you for a while."

"No need, I'll wait here for Henry Russell."

Charlotte glanced at the doorway, from where she sat she could clearly see the entrance to the other room.

She stared intently, the door was closed, but it was as if she could see the scene inside through it.

"Then I'll get going."

The director hurriedly left.

The manager had someone make a pot of coffee for Charlotte and asked if she needed anything else, but she shook her head.

In the room, Flow Stanley saw the others were leaving and instinctively wanted to leave as well, but Henry Russell stood steadily in his way.

"Mr. Russell, I had too much to drink." He laughed nervously.

"So, being drunk allows you to act recklessly?" Henry Russell looked at him, his eyes seemingly carrying a knife.

Looking at the mess throughout the room, Flow Stanley sobered up a little, and he seemed to have done many things under the influence of alcohol just now.

However, being questioned by the younger-generation Henry, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed, "Are you going to fall out with me over an actress? Even if your father were here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Henry Russell kicked him.

His leg was fast and fierce, and Flow Stanley staggered two steps back, hitting the table, glaring at him furiously.

"A performer? The performer in your mouth is Mrs. Russell, legally and openly married into the Russell family!"

Henry Russell approached step by step, saying word by word, "Her? You even dare to touch her!"

Flow Stanley covered his chest, and before he could speak, Henry slapped him again, then grabbed a nearby chair.

His face was shrouded in dark clouds, exuding a bloodthirsty glow. He moved quickly and fiercely without any unnecessary words, and his eyes were so fierce that he seemed as if he would kill Stanley in the next second.

Flow Stanley had no chance to fight back, and could only be assaulted in this violent encounter.

He ran desperately trying to escape from Henry, pulling out his cell phone to call for help, but it was crushed under Henry's foot.

The hand he had on the door was also brutally ripped away.

Charlotte Cooper sat there quietly, waiting, listening to the ding and clatter that came from inside the room.

A hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and suddenly a pair of hands were on the door frame, and a somewhat enchanting face appeared in Charlotte Cooper's line of sight.

"Four bowls of fish, are you alright?"

Charlotte Cooper's eyelid twitched, and she picked up a bottle of mineral water and threw it at the face of the intruder, "Daniel Carter, just try calling me Four Bowls of Fish again!"

Ethan Carter caught the bottle, "I was the first to receive the news and promptly informed Henry Russell. Then I rushed over. Instead of thanking me, you even dare to attack!"

Charlotte Cooper snorted coldly, not responding.

Ethan was Henry's friend, but he didn't get along with Charlotte. This was because Ethan took up too much of Henry's time, even more than her as Mrs. Russell, which made her suspect that Ethan had some ulterior motives towards Henry.

Ethan took the bottle, twisted the cap open, and took a sip. His breathing finally eased a bit.

Looking at the closed door opposite him, he asked, "Henry Russell and Flow Stanley are in there? How long have they been in?"

"About ten minutes or so," Charlotte Cooper said anxiously, looking at the wall clock.

Ethan almost spat out the water, "Don't kill the man."

Without even screwing the cap back on, he ran to the opposite door in three steps and began to knock furiously, "Henry Russell, come out!"

Ethan thought he would have to shout many times, but after only one shout, the door opened, and Henry Russell, still in his suit, stood there, neatly dressed, looking as bright and gorgeous as ever.

Seeing Ethan, he showed no surprise, threw the white handkerchief he was using to wipe his hands on the ground, "Get someone to clean this up."

After saying that, he went out and walked away with a concerned-looking Charlotte Cooper.

Ethan leaned against the door and peeked inside.

Upon seeing the scene inside, he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hand, "Henry Russell, I'm going to break off our friendship."

The room was a mess, and Flow Stanley lay on the ground, unconscious.

On the way, Charlotte Cooper looked at him with concern, "Is Flow Stanley alright? Will the Stanley family cause trouble for you?"

Holding her close, Henry Russell kissed her hair and reassured her, "It's fine, trust me."

Looking into his determined eyes, Charlotte Cooper breathed a sigh of relief.

Flow Stanley was soon carried onto an ambulance.

Upon hearing that Flow Stanley was in the hospital for emergency treatment, his father, Mr. Morgan, the head of the Stanley family, almost couldn't breathe.

He slammed his cane on the ground and angrily asked who had done it.

The secretary did not hesitate to tell him that it was Henry Russell who had made the move, and that the victim was still unconscious and undergoing emergency treatment in the hospital.

Mr. Morgan's white beard trembled as he glared at the secretary and ordered coldly, "Get the car ready, I want to go to the hospital. Also, inform Master Smith. I want to know what intentions his grandson had when he beat my son like this!"