Zach smirked and stood, reaching out to snake his arm around Thea’s slim waist. “You should have done this earlier.”

There were many people at the boutique.

However, they were all standing far away. Knowing the Smiths, they discussed what was going on under their breaths.

Just then, James stood up and kicked Zach.

Zach landed on the couch.

“Hit him. Attack!” Before he even got up, he had issued a command.

Just then, a middle-aged man dashed in.

It was York, having rushed over from the hospital.

When he discovered Thea calling to say that she had offended Zach, he was so angry he drove to the boutique at top speed, disregarding all the red lights.

In his mind’s eye, he could still see what had happened the previous night.

Even Xander was killed, with the Blithe King cleaning up the mess personally.

Thea was like a god’s wife.

No one would have the guts to touch her.

Anyone who did so would be staring death in the face.

He rushed in hurriedly, sweating so much his hair was