Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Three Calls of ’Hubby’, 300 Million

Yvonne Sutton lay on the filthy bed, watching the man behind her approach step by step, while another man outside leered at her, hitching up his pants.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down, then roared at the man behind her, "Are you all blind? Don’t you know who I am?"

Her imposing aura made the bearded man hesitate for a moment. "You motherf..."

"You’ve heard of the Rhodes Family, haven’t you?" Yvonne Sutton struggled to her feet, lifting her chin with a defiant look.

The bearded man glanced outside. The man with the cigarette looked back at him, then sauntered over to the doorway.

"So what? What about the Rhodes Family?"

Yvonne Sutton snorted. "I’m the Young Madam of the Rhodes Family!"

The bearded man blinked. "You? The Young Madam of the Rhodes Family?"

The man with the cigarette started laughing. "If you’re the damn Young Madam of the Rhodes Family, then I’m the Rhodes Family’s Crown Prince. You..."

"You can find photos online from my wedding to the Rhodes Group’s Crown Prince. Go ahead and look!" Yvonne Sutton interrupted.

The two men exchanged a look, then both pulled out their phones and started searching online.

Yvonne Sutton was panicking inside, but she forced herself to take deep breaths and remain composed, determined to intimidate the two men with her forceful presence.

"Holy shit, the bride in this photo is her, isn’t it?"

"She really is the Young Madam of the Rhodes Family!"

"Damn it, why did you kidnap her?"

"This was on all four of us. No use pointing fingers."

Both men looked utterly shocked, then turned to Yvonne Sutton in unison.

"It’s only three hundred million, right? Let us go, and we’ll pay you back!" Yvonne Sutton said.

The bearded man scratched his beard. "We don’t have the authority to make that call."

"Then go talk to the person who does!"

The bearded man nodded at the man with the cigarette, who then took his phone and stepped outside to make a call.

A short while later, he returned, squatted down, and lit another cigarette.

"What did the boss say?" the bearded man asked anxiously.

The smoker took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled. "Her husband is Wyatt Shaw."

"No shit. The Rhodes Group’s Crown Prince."

"The boss says we’ve hit the jackpot."

"Huh?"

"The boss has a grudge against this Wyatt Shaw."

"Then... then how does he want us to deal with this woman?"

The man with the cigarette eyed Yvonne Sutton, taking slow drags from his cigarette.

When Yvonne Sutton heard that their boss had a grudge against Wyatt Shaw, her heart sank. ’I’m not getting out of this tonight.’

"You... you better think this through. If you let me go, my husband will give you a huge sum of money, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your lives. But if you hurt me, my husband will never let you go. He’ll throw every last one of you in prison," Yvonne Sutton said, suppressing the panic in her voice.

"She’s got a point," the bearded man whispered.

The man with the cigarette shot the bearded man a glare. "Are you thinking of betraying the boss?"

The bearded man thought for a moment, then quickly shook his head. "No, I wouldn’t dare."

The man with the cigarette tossed his cigarette to the ground, stood up, and took out his phone. He started recording, then adjusted the angle and placed it on a cabinet behind the door.

"What are you doing?" the bearded man asked.

The man with the cigarette gave a sinister chuckle and slapped the bearded man on the back. "You’re one lucky bastard. How many guys get to sleep with the wife of the Rhodes Group’s Crown Prince in their lifetime?"

The bearded man’s eyes widened. "Me?"

"Of course, we’re not letting you have all the fun. All four of us, one after another. The boss said to get a clear video and send it to him. He wants to send it to Wyatt Shaw."

"We... we’ll be killed by Wyatt Shaw!"

"Idiot. Just keep your back to the camera."

The bearded man’s beady eyes darted back and forth. He looked at Yvonne Sutton again, his interest suddenly piqued.

"Damn, this woman is really beautiful. Her body’s even better. Her skin looks so smooth, it must feel amazing." He rubbed his hands together, growing impatient.

Yvonne Sutton scrambled backward in terror. ’No one knows I’m here. No one is coming to save me. Oh, God, please don’t let this happen.’ She could no longer remain calm as despair washed over her.

"No, I’m begging you, please don’t..." Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded over and over.

The bearded man started taking off his clothes, eyeing Yvonne Sutton like he wanted to devour her.

The man with the cigarette woke up the other two men and told them to come watch the show.

"Fuck, why does he get to go first?"

"Alright, you can be second."

"I’ll take third then."

"And I’ll be fourth, happy now?"

Yvonne Sutton knew there was no escape. ’Better to die by my own hand than be violated by them.’ With that thought, she bit her lip and slammed her head against the wall.

THUD. Blood immediately blurred her vision.

At the same time, the four men cried out in alarm.

"This woman is ruthless!"

"Heh, the boss said even if it’s a corpse, we still have to record something for him."

"She’s not dead yet. Still breathing."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go on."

Yvonne Sutton slumped dizzily onto the bed. Her legs were tied, so she couldn’t get enough momentum, and the impact wasn’t very strong. But she had lost the strength to try again, able only to lie there, helpless and despairing, awaiting whatever came next.

But just then, the door seemed to burst open, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Yvonne Sutton’s vision went black. All she could hear was the sound of a fight—thuds of bodies hitting the floor, agonizing wails, and pleas for mercy. Terrified, she tried to shrink into the corner.

Footsteps approached, and she trembled uncontrollably.

But then, she was pulled into a tight embrace.

"Don’t! I’m begging you, don’t touch me!"

"It’s me, Yvonne. It’s me."

Yvonne Sutton froze. Her sense of smell cleared before her mind did; she recognized that cool, fresh scent, and tears began to fall.

"Wyatt Shaw..."

"It’s me."

He scooped her up into his arms and used his clothes to wipe her eyes.

"Open your eyes."

Yvonne Sutton shook her head. She was afraid. Afraid this was just a hallucination.

Wyatt Shaw lowered his head and kissed her, a gesture of utmost tenderness and reassurance.

"Shh, open your eyes. Look at your husband."

Yvonne Sutton clutched his clothes tightly and slowly opened her eyes. She saw Wyatt Shaw.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer and broke down, letting out a wail.

Wyatt Shaw breathed a sigh of relief, picked Yvonne Sutton up, and strode out.

"Uncle, what should we do with these four?" asked Silas Rhodes.

Wyatt Shaw’s chilling gaze swept over the four men. "Break their arms and legs. Send them to their Boss Hughes."

Yvonne Sutton, draped over Wyatt Shaw’s shoulder, caught a glimpse of the four men just before they left. They were all lying in pools of blood, like heaps of mangled flesh with the bones torn out.

She looked back at Wyatt Shaw and saw a few drops of blood splattered on his left cheek, a terrifying crimson.

"Claire! What about Claire?" Yvonne Sutton hurriedly reminded Wyatt Shaw.

"Our men already took her to the hospital."

"Is she..."

"She’s fine."

Once in the car, Wyatt Shaw kept her seated in his lap, pressing a hand to her wound.

Yvonne Sutton remembered the kidnappers’ motive and worried they might still harm Claire.

Wyatt Shaw kissed her. "Call me ’husband’."

"What?"

"Call me ’husband’," he coaxed.

Yvonne Sutton didn’t understand, but she still called out, "Husband."

"Again."

"Husband."

"One more time."

Yvonne Sutton felt like he was teasing her, but his gaze was so gentle she couldn’t refuse.

"Husband."

Wyatt Shaw chuckled and pulled her closer. "Three ’husbands’ for three hundred million. I’ll take care of it for her."