Chapter 649 Always Follow Through

"Oh, my gosh!" Una thought. "Just as I suspected from the very beginning, this guy is a complete disaster!"

After all the chaos, the smoke cleared, and the scene finally settled. The crowd hadn’t caught every detail, but they were thoroughly entertained! It was exhilarating!

“Ms. Tilda!”

Just as the elevator doors were closing, Nathan finally caught up and tried to slip in. Tilda was speechless. The moment he stepped in, she strode straight out again. She shot Jarrett a quick glance.

“I don’t have time to deal with your insane cousin,” she said.

“What …”

“Ms. Tilda, did I say something wrong? If I did something to you, I apologize. I just wanted to help your friend avoid trouble, to make sure she wasn’t being bullied!”

Nathan pressed forward, blocking her path, his voice jittery as he tried to explain. “Alfie is the future heir of the Woodward Group, one of Slosa’s top elites. He’s taller, better-looking, more influential, younger, and richer than you. What right do you have to interfere on behalf of my friend? They’ve been close for a long time! It’s just harmless flirting between a man and a woman! What my friend does is none of your business! You think she’s being bullied? Go get your eyes checked. I’m not qualified to fix you!”

Nathan froze. Not only did Alfie completely dismiss me, but even Tilda is treating me with total disdain. I’m the eldest grandson of the Bells! By rank alone, even Jude, the head of the Bells, considers me his elder! Nathan had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, with everyone bowing and showing respect toward him wherever he went. Nobody had ever dared to reject him or insult him, even subtly. He was the one who always looked down on others. No one had ever dared refuse him, let alone treat him with contempt.

Jarrett stared at Tilda, his mouth forming a perfect “O.” He remembered how, at The Melting Spoon, Tilda had mocked Nathan for being short. And now, here she was, dismissing him as utterly insignificant. Why did I have to witness this twice in a row? I just want a peaceful, uneventful life—maybe go home and play some video games.

Tilda walked past Nathan, ignoring him entirely. She didn’t think he’d have the nerve to push further after being treated like this. But today, she was about to teach him a lesson.

Nathan stepped in front of her again.

“Move!” Tilda shouted, exasperated.

Then, in one lightning–fast motion, she delivered a sharp kick straight to Nathan’s stomach. Even Nathan, a judo black belt champion with reflexes like lightning, couldn’t react in time. He was hurled several feet and crashed heavily onto the ground. A scream pierced through the air.

“Ah!”

Followed by the sharp crack of breaking bones.

Tilda flicked her hair back after the kick. "Finally! That feels incredible!"

“Cough… Tilda, isn’t that a little too much…” Jarrett wasn’t surprised by the ferocity of her attack. Judging by the sound of the breaking bones, Nathan would probably be bedridden for a month.

Tilda sneered, “Too much? You haven’t even seen the real me yet.”

Jarrett was speechless. A sinking feeling washed over him.

“Y–you actually hit me … Even my parents never hit me…” Nathan’s face twisted in pain as he clutched his ribs. The kick had likely fractured at least two of them, and his stomach felt as if it had been struck by a propeller. Tears threatened to spill.

“Oh, then I’ll step in for your useless parents and give you a proper lesson, teach you what it means to know when to back off!”

Tilda stepped forward and stomped on Nathan’s right thigh.

“Ahhh!”

The thigh is one of the most sensitive parts of the body. Without special training, a hard stomp is agonizing!

“Alright, Tilda, don’t kill Nathan …”

Jarrett tried to intervene. Nathan was his cousin, after all, and he had come out with him. If Tilda actually killed him, Jarrett would be in trouble. Though Tilda’s murderous glare was scary, he had to step in.

“Hmph. Nathan, my patience with you has run out. From now on, whenever I’m around, you’d better stay away, or I’ll hit you every time I see you, harder each time! I always follow through!”

Seeing Jarrett plead, Tilda finally let Nathan off.