Chapter 671

Elsie’s silver stilettos clicked sharply against the opulent corridor of the Velvet Haven, her pace brisk as she made a beeline for the VIP Room 001.

“Ms. Archer! Thank heavens you’ve arrived!”

At the entrance, the anxious manager and a handful of hostesses stood trembling, unsure of what to do next. Two of the girls were particularly battered–one with a gash on her forehead, trickling blood like scattered stars down her cheek, the other with a blackened eye, both clearly in severe pain.

“How could they be so brutal!”

Elsie’s heart ached at the sight, and she scolded the manager fiercely, “Are you here to loaf around? They’re seriously hurt and you haven’t taken them to the hospital yet? What are you waiting for?”

“Ms. Archer, the hospital is the least of our worries. We need to handle the big trouble inside immediately!”

The manager was sweating bullets, “Mr. Matthew is a VIP, and on top of that, he’s Mr. Avery‘ own brother. How are we supposed to clean up this mess?”

“VIP?”

Elsie’s eyes were cold and sharp, her teeth clenched in anger, “What kind of VIP? He’s nothing but a pampered pooch that can’t control its own urges! And let me make this clear, no matter what happens, nothing is more important than the safety of our people. Take them to the hospital right now. I’ll take care of things here.”

The girls were tearfully grateful, thanking her profusely.

Inside the Velvet Haven, the only one with a shred of humanity was Ms. Archer herself.

More sounds of smashing bottles erupted from within, like a barrage of artillery fire.

With a forceful kick, Elsie burst through the door, unflinching and determined.

Matthew, drunk on power and booze, was wrecking the place like a bulldozer through a china shop, while his cronies cheered him on, clapping and laughing.

But with Elsie’s entrance, the air froze.

were immediately drawn to her stunning beauty and graceful

a spitting image of

a crime! She should be the star attraction of the Velvet Haven!”

turned, panting with exertion.

– Evadne

all, that cunning woman had played Byron and Bertha like a fiddle, nearly causing him to take a serious fall. The sight of

had your fun yet?”

wreckage, then sauntered over and picked up the lone surviving crystal vase from

hoisted the vase and smashed it towards Matthew’s

CRASH!

a comical leap. The dignified heir was undone, his facade of grace dissolving into

expensive piece, and you didn’t smash it? I didn’t want you to overexert yourself, so I

crossed her arms, a mocking smile playing on her lips, “No

his temples throbbing with fury.

Matthew, you do understand the concept of compensating for damaged property, right? Not to mention the staff you’ve injured Medical expenses need to be covered.”

“Let’s see your damages come to about four hundred thousand. Add the vase I just helped you with, plus the medical fees, and I’ll give you a discount–six hundred thousand

sure to settle up on your way out, Mr. Matthew Tonight’s service fee?

out of your mind?” Matthew’s teeth were practically grinding to dust.

thousand is pocket change

room fell silent, stunned.

striking resemblance to Evadne but seemed to

manager gaped at Elsie, his heart pounding like a drum in his

the Ms. Archer he knew.

Haven’s patrons got rowdy in the past, she had

like a lioness provoked,

words “former CEO seemed to pierce Matthew like a knife.

he grasped

gasped in

no one

bitch, are you asking

of red, tears welling

she slowly curled her lips

a clear mockery

you

peak, a chill sliced through the

a grip on his collar, his hand

punch hit him square in the face, sending a spray of

“Ugh!”

bleeding nose, stumbling back, finally seeing the icy,

slumped to the floor, gasping

consumed her. Had Elvis made

bitch, it’s you, ugh!”

finish, Avery stepped forward, hoisting him by his collar for another devastating punch.

patrons out and shutting the door, the opulent VIP room became an arena for

him, his expression numb as he rained down punch after

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