Chapter 139

After struggling with his thoughts for a bit, Christopher finally managed to calm down. "Mr. Evans, I don't have any beef with you. Why'd you drag me here? What are you trying to pull?" Nicholas shot him a cold look. "Really? You can't tell? No clue at all?" Christopher paused—then it clicked. "I get it now. You're Clara's fiancé... so this is all her doing! She must've sent you to deal with me, huh? Unbelievable. What a low blow, hiding behind you to—" Wham! Before he could finish, a bodyguard slammed a boot into his ribs. Christopher coughed out blood from the impact. "So... it really is about her..." Nicholas stood up and walked over slowly, towering above him like a predator. His polished leather shoe pressed right down on Christopher's face. "And who do you think you are? Daring to even say her name? Do you know who Clara is to me? She's everything. You touched her, and now you want to act innocent?" "She was just out buying flower pastries on the street. Then your guys show up? T