Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Sophie Shaw’s Counterattack

"Wow~"

Jaden let out another exclamation.

He could no longer find the words to describe his shock and anger.

Alaric Blackwood watched him quietly, then a brazen smirk played on his lips. "Jaden, you look like you’ve been triggered."

"Me? Triggered?"

Jaden forced a smile. "I have a girlfriend. Why would I be triggered?"

’He didn’t like Nina Halloway. He never had. What was there to be triggered about?’

"I’m just worried about your sister. I don’t want her to self-destruct over me."

"So you came looking for me this late at night. What do you want?"

Jaden took a moment to compose himself. "Come with me to the club. We’re going to get your sister."

"Not going."

Alaric Blackwood gave a lazy yawn and turned to head upstairs.

As he walked, he said, "Honey, be a good girl and go back to bed. It’s late. Don’t go running around."

Sophie Shaw verbally agreed, but the moment Alaric Blackwood reached the second floor, she immediately pulled open the door and ran out.

She got into her own car and rushed to The Nocturne Club.

Not long after she drove out of the villa complex, she noticed Jaden’s car following close behind her, all the way to the club’s entrance.

The moment she got out of the car, Jaden strode over and grabbed her arm. "What floor is Nina Halloway on? Which room?"

"Fourth floor, Room 888."

Once he had the specific location, Jaden let go of her arm and bolted into the club like a gust of wind, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Sophie chased after him, only to find the elevator was already going up. She had no choice but to wait for the next one.

Jaden’s behavior struck her as odd.

’Didn’t he say he didn’t like her?’

’Since he’d already dumped her, what did it matter to him if Nina Halloway was here with male models? Or how many she was with?’

’Men!’

’What bizarre creatures!’

She waited for the elevator, took it to the fourth floor, and found the entire level was filled with KTV rooms. As she walked down the long, carpeted corridor, she could hear caterwauling songs bleeding from every room she passed.

"Sophie!"

Just as she passed one of the rooms, someone suddenly called her name from behind.

She stopped and was about to turn around when a pair of arms shot out from behind her. A hand covered her mouth and nose, another arm wrapped around her waist, and she was forcefully dragged backward.

"Mmph—"

She was hauled into the room. Her attacker shouldered the door shut and, with what was practically a throw, flung her onto the sofa.

It all happened so fast she didn’t even have time to struggle or react before she was sprawling on the sofa.

The light in the room was extremely dim. The massive LCD TV screen showed a paused image. The room was quiet, though she could faintly hear the singing from the hallway.

Damian Morgan stood before her, looking down at her with a disdainful gaze.

She was terrified. "You?"

"Sophie, long time no see."

Sophie tried to get up, but Damian lunged at her, his body pressing down heavily on hers. He grabbed her neck with one hand and pinned her struggling hands with the other, hissing through clenched teeth, "Trying to run?"

"Let go."

"I was just looking to settle a score with you. Didn’t expect to run into you here. Must be fate."

Damian really had spotted her by chance. He saw her in the hallway, walking and checking the numbers on the doors of the private rooms. He hid by his doorway and waited for the right moment to grab her.

"You already got the Heart of the Ocean. Why did you still have to expose me and Yara Valentine online?"

"Sophie, you’re dishonest. You actually kept a backup of the video."

"Did you keep it on purpose, planning to screw me over?" freeweɓnøvel.com

"Don’t you think that’s too cruel to me? We dated for three years, after all. You should at least have some feelings for me, right? How can you stand to see me do well so little?"

The memory of Vianne Kane slapping him relentlessly flashed through his mind. Damian’s rage intensified, and his grip on Sophie’s neck tightened, causing her face to turn blue as she gasped helplessly for air.

"It... wasn’t me..."

She managed to force out the words.

Damian slightly loosened his grip, giving her enough space to breathe. "If it wasn’t you, then who was it?"

Sophie didn’t answer.

’She couldn’t sell out Alaric Blackwood.’

"Cat got your tongue? Or have you not decided what kind of story to make up to fool me?"

"It really wasn’t me."

"Bitch!"

Damian released his hand from her neck, swung his arm, and slapped her hard across the face.

The blow left Sophie dizzy and seeing stars. With her hands still pinned, she was completely powerless to fight back.

After being slapped again, she took the opportunity to close her eyes and pretend to have passed out.

Damian patted her face and, seeing she was "unconscious," sneered, "Pathetic."

He released her wrists and got off her. Just as he stood up straight, Sophie’s eyes flew open. Her gaze landed on the crystal ashtray on the coffee table. Without a second thought, she lunged for it, grabbed it, and swung it at Damian’s head.

THUD—

A dull thud.

Damian collapsed to the ground. He clutched the back of his head where the ashtray had hit, his palm coming away warm and wet. He looked down and saw his hand was covered in blood.

"Sophie!"

His eyes were practically bursting from their sockets as he glared furiously at the woman holding the ashtray.

As he propped himself up, about to get back on his feet, Sophie raised her ’weapon’ again and brought it down hard on his back.

THUMP—

The heavy blow sent Damian sprawling face-down on the floor, momentarily unable to move.

Sophie panted heavily. She glanced at the blood-stained ashtray in her hand and, without hesitation, used a corner of her clothing not to wipe away the blood, but to carefully clean her fingerprints from its side.

She put the ashtray down, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the room.

Just as Sophie left, the bathroom door opened.

Lydia Wynn emerged with her arms crossed.

Seeing Damian on the floor—panting and disheveled—she gently prodded his shoulder with the tip of her shoe. "Mr. Morgan, should I call an ambulance for you?" freewёbnoνel.com

"No need."

Damian clutched the back of his head and slowly climbed to his feet.

Lydia Wynn casually lent him a hand, helping him to the sofa. She pulled some tissues from the coffee table and pressed them against the bleeding spot on his head.

"Let me see how bad it is."

She removed the tissue, parted Damian’s hair, and inspected the wound.

"It’s a small cut. We just need to stop the bleeding and treat it promptly."

Damian let her tend to the bleeding. She did as he asked, also pressing the call button to summon a waiter and ask for a first-aid kit.

After cleaning and dressing Damian’s wound, she said with a cool expression, "Sophie said she wasn’t the one who exposed you and Yara Valentine. Maybe it really was someone else."

Damian frowned, his expression ugly. "If it wasn’t her, who else could it be?"

"Maybe it was Alaric Blackwood. He’s even more protective of Sophie than I imagined."

"Alaric Blackwood?"

Damian scoffed dismissively. "He’d offend me just to protect Sophie?"

’He was already the Kane Family’s son-in-law. What good would offending him do Alaric Blackwood?’

"I’m just saying it’s a possibility. You could have someone investigate and see who’s really targeting you. Find them as soon as possible. After all, that evidence is damaging to you."

Lydia Wynn offered her strategic advice, and as she finished speaking, she gently rubbed Damian’s bruised back. "Should I take a look at this for you?"