Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 438 - 437: Big Brother Makes His Entrance 5

Chapter 438: Chapter 437: Big Brother Makes His Entrance 5

Wyatt, who had just looked dejected, suddenly found color in his expression, sneering proudly, "I am the most valued talent within the Six Doors. Even the Sect Leader has to give me some leeway. Isaac, you’re just a lowly bodyguard, yet you dare to challenge me. Today, I’ll show you who truly rules the skies!"

The tone made people feel like the big brother who was coming over was the Sect Leader of the Six Doors.

Under everyone’s eager eyes, Wyatt’s big brother approached, carrying an aura that was equally cold and stern.

Wyatt shouted, "Big brother, I’m here."

His big brother was Gentry Clancy, a formidable figure within the Six Doors, who had once helped the country accomplish many great feats, serving as their benchmark.

Moreover, he was loyal to his brothers within the sect and would surely help to cripple Isaac.

Isaac remained indifferent, maintaining his initial coldness. When Gentry Clancy appeared, he just glanced at him, a glance so indifferent it almost didn’t take him into account. Perhaps only Tiana Thorne could catch his attention here.

Gentry Clancy lifted his gaze, and their eyes met.

He paused slightly, as if his eyes were burned by fire, lowering his gaze instantly, to look at him again felt like desecration or disrespect.

He nodded and approached him, cupping his hands respectfully, "Sect Leader."

Eugene Dawson: "..."

Felix Grant: "..."

Melissa Rooney almost fainted from dizziness.

Wyatt’s animated expression suddenly froze as he watched Gentry Clancy nod even lower, turning to stone, murmuring, "How is this possible? How can this be..."

Jude Donovan’s old face stiffened, looking extremely embarrassed as if his face was being forcibly rubbed against the ground.

Not only the two of them, even Tiana Thorne was slightly stunned, as if her perpetual worldly-wise smile had turned a bit serious.

She had always known that Isaac’s true identity would not just be a bodyguard, but she never imagined he would be the Sect Leader of the Six Doors.

Gentry Clancy’s young yet rigid face only reflected reverence, a faith emanating from deep within his heart as he asked again, "I came upon receiving Wyatt’s call. I did not expect the Sect Leader to also be here. I see he’s severely injured, has the matter been resolved?"

Wyatt was still in a state of dream-walking, believing it was an illusion from pain, unwilling to accept that a bodyguard, merely accompanying an actress, could actually be the renowned Sect Leader.

"No, it’s not resolved," Isaac said.

Gentry Clancy nodded again, "No need for the Sect Leader to handle this personally, whoever injured Wyatt severely, leave it to me."

He did not realize that at this moment, Wyatt and the Sect Leader stood on opposite sides, thinking simply that Wyatt was in trouble and the Sect Leader happened to pass by and lend a hand.

However...

"It was me."

Gentry Clancy raised his head, looked at him in shock, seeing his expression as cold as ice, and suddenly understood, "Wyatt offended the Sect Leader?"

Isaac’s strong right hand slowly raised, his distinct knuckles pulling down his sleeve, then slowly fastening it. Once the sleeves on both sides were down, he said, "Using the Six Doors to do bad things outside, I merely broke his two arms. From here, I’ll leave it to you."

The voice seemed calm, but the final tone was cold, lingering with relentless cruelty.

Just two broken arms?

What happens next?

No one needed comprehension; the sect had its own rules. They only knew nothing good awaited Wyatt.

Wyatt realized belatedly the boasting he spoke moments ago felt like awakening from a dream.

The person he looked down on was the Sect Leader.

Only the Sect Leader could invisibly deal him such a blow.

His soul seemed to take a heavy blow, stirring fear within his heart.

Everyone knew the Sect Leader of the Six Doors was extremely adept at dealing with heinous criminals. Who dared not to have qualms about him in this world?

He actually offended the Sect Leader...

Gone was his previous arrogant demeanor, he fell to his knees, continuously kowtowed to beg for mercy, "Sect Leader, I was wrong, I didn’t see the mountain, I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

Wyatt, who initially boasted that Isaac would have to bow and beg, now found himself shivering on his knees, his pupils filled with terror.

This sudden reversal left everyone utterly dazzled.

This couldn’t merely be described as shocking.

Wyatt was shameless enough to claim he was most valued, yet failed to recognize the Sect Leader himself, whom with a mere flick of his finger dealt with him, showcasing the gap between people.

May Sloane was very excited: "Tina, Tina, pinch me, am I dreaming?"

The brother as a bodyguard turned out to be the Sect Leader.

Tiana Thorne was in a good mood, reached her hand and pinched her waist.

May Sloane was almost moved to tears: "Ah, it hurts, hurts, not a dream, not a dream."

Tiana Thorne withdrew her hand, lightly blew her fingertip, her voice lazy, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

"Tina, aren’t you one bit excited? Do you even know what the Six Doors is? Let me explain, it’s a very formidable organization, everyone inside has great skills, hackers, pharmacists, researchers, all sorts of people..."

At this point, May Sloane choked up a bit, looked at Isaac with more adoration, and continued in one breath, "And they only obey the Sect Leader of the Six Doors, and this esteemed Sect Leader, the embodiment of justice, actually works as your bodyguard. No honor can compare to this!!!"

So how could a person so righteous turn black into white?

Everyone knew what a formidable existence the Sect Leader of the Six Doors was, but May Sloane at this moment reiterated, in alignment with the current events, deepened a collective sense of reverence among everyone.

Indeed, such a person has no need to bully a small entertainer like Melissa Rooney, right?

Suddenly, everyone looked toward Melissa Rooney.

Her eyes dodged, her hands entwined, she only wanted to see Tiana Thorne’s downfall, never expecting to involve such a powerful person.

She grasped her hands firmly, seeking security but found none.

Her shoulders shook incessantly, lips turning white, not daring to speak.

Mabel Hughes, who had moments ago placed a hand on her back, slowly withdrew it, her eyes wide with disbelief, filled more with reluctance, eventually heaving a long sigh, asking gently, "What really happened, Melissa, explain properly."

"I, I, I..." Scared beyond speech.

Jude Donovan’s face paled too; could it be all orchestrated by Melissa Rooney?

Yet even if it was, so what?

The situation had escalated to this point; he couldn’t afford to retreat, only to move forward. He feared the Sect Leader’s authority, but feared even more a downfall from grace.

No matter what, he could only bet one last time: "This is a showbiz matter; you nearly killed Melissa Rooney, thinking just because you’re friendly with the Sect Leader, you can evade accountability? I’m a director and a board chairman of a film company. From showbiz’s perspective, I believe you must quit to give Melissa Rooney justice."

Finishing, he dared to add: "The Sect Leader is your bodyguard; it’s understandable that he protects you, but it doesn’t mean he can distort the truth; Melissa’s injury is a fact."