Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: How Dare You Touch My Person?

Alaric Blackwood stepped over the security door on the floor, his long legs carrying him inside.

Dozens of bodyguards in black suits followed him, their sharp gazes and overwhelming presence filling the room.

When he saw Sophie Shaw standing on the stairs with her hands tied, held down by a man gripping her shoulders, he clenched his jaw so hard the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Take everyone down!"

He didn’t care where he was or whose territory this was.

No one was allowed to touch his woman.

At Alaric Blackwood’s command, the dozens of bodyguards rushed forward like a gale-force wind, taking down the few guards who tried to stop them and pinning them to the floor.

Then, starting with Bianca Kane, everyone—including Damian Morgan, Vianne Kane, the butler, and even Joseph Shaw, who had secretly tipped him off—was subdued and forced to the ground by the highly trained bodyguards.

Alaric Blackwood’s eyes were bloodshot as he stormed toward the stairs leading to the second floor.

His gaze was fixed on the man holding Sophie Shaw. Taking the stairs two at a time, he rushed up and knocked the man down with a single punch.

Sophie Shaw stared at Alaric Blackwood with wide eyes.

It was the first time she had seen him truly angry—furious, even. Sophie swallowed hard, stunned by him, but... she really liked this side of Alaric Blackwood.

The man looked her up and down. "Are you hurt?"

"...No."

He pulled her close, untied the ropes on her arms, and examined her carefully from head to toe again. He found no injuries on her body, but there was a red handprint on her face. Enraged, he turned to the people forced to kneel all over the living room and roared, "Who hit her?"

No one answered.

The one who had left that handprint on Sophie’s face, Joseph Shaw, buried his head low.

"My dad."

Seeing Joseph Shaw with his head down, not daring to admit he was the one who hit her, Sophie answered for him.

Alaric Blackwood led her down the stairs and marched straight to Joseph Shaw. Without a word, he grabbed Joseph by the hair and slapped him across the face.

SMACK.

One side of Joseph Shaw’s face immediately began to swell and turn red.

He stared at Alaric Blackwood in disbelief. "I... I’m your father-in-law."

"I don’t give a damn who you are!"

Joseph Shaw: "..."

Facing the frenzied Alaric Blackwood, and thinking of his family background and what he had just done, Joseph Shaw was furious but dared not speak.

With a swollen face, he helplessly lowered his head again.

Seeing that he had been subdued, Alaric Blackwood put an arm around Sophie Shaw’s shoulder and led her to the living room sofa. He sat down, propping his long legs straight onto the coffee table like he owned the place. His gaze swept over everyone present as he spoke, his brow furrowed. "Tying up my wife. You’ve got some nerve."

"Ms. Kane, has life been too easy for the Kane family?"

"You dare to touch my woman?"

Bianca Kane, pinned to the floor, was trembling with rage.

Never in her life had she been so humiliated, and by a little bastard from the younger generation no less.

She glared at Alaric Blackwood, refusing to endure it any longer. She didn’t believe he would dare lay a hand on her, so she started shouting curses. "Are you insane? You little bastard, how dare you treat me like this for some woman! By seniority, you should be calling me Auntie."

Alaric Blackwood’s lips curved into a smirk. "Little bastard?"

’Not bad. Very bold.’

He turned to glance at one of his bodyguards standing by the sofa and pointed. "You, go slap Ms. Kane’s face."

The bodyguard received his orders and, without a moment’s hesitation, strode toward Bianca Kane.

SLAP—

The bodyguard began to slap Bianca Kane again and again.

The woman, still defiant after being hit, gritted her teeth and cursed, "You little bastard, you fucking dare have someone hit me! I’ll report this to your parents and see how you get out of this!"

SLAP—

SLAP—

...

The sound of slapping echoed through the empty living room.

As long as Alaric Blackwood didn’t say stop, the bodyguard kept hitting her.

Vianne Kane was already scared stiff. Listening to the incessant slapping, she didn’t dare lift her head to look at her mother.

It wasn’t until she heard Bianca Kane let out a terrible scream, her head lolling to the side as she passed out with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and her face swollen red, that Vianne Kane’s heart sank. She mustered her courage and looked up at Alaric Blackwood.

The man looked down at her, his contemptuous gaze meeting hers. "What," he sneered, "you want a beating too?"

"Alaric, I know we were wrong. Please let us go."

"What happened today was a misunderstanding."

Alaric Blackwood raised an eyebrow. "A misunderstanding?"

"Yes, a misunderstanding."

"Then tell me, why did you have my wife tied up?"

He didn’t know the reason. He had only received a text from Joseph Shaw telling him that Sophie Shaw had been kidnapped and brought to the Kane family’s house.

Now that things had escalated this far, he was actually getting curious about it.

With red-rimmed eyes, Vianne Kane glanced at Bianca Kane, who had been tossed to the floor by the bodyguard and was lying face down. She couldn’t hold back her tears, and they began to stream down her face.

Sobbing, she explained to Alaric Blackwood, "Last night, I was taken away by someone. That person said it was Sophie who told him to do it. We brought her home just... just to get to the bottom of it."

"Sophie said it wasn’t her, so... so it wasn’t..."

While Vianne Kane was speaking through her tears, Damian Morgan kept his head down, utterly silent, wishing he could even stop breathing.

He was desperately trying to make himself invisible, hoping Alaric Blackwood wouldn’t turn his attention on him.

However, the moment Vianne Kane finished speaking, Sophie Shaw’s voice cut in.

"Damian Morgan framed me."

His heart plummeted. ’Looks like I can’t escape a beating,’ he thought, and bracing himself, he squeezed his eyes shut.

A few minutes later, he was being punched and kicked by Alaric Blackwood’s bodyguards, left lying on the floor and spitting up blood.

This time, he was really coughing up blood.

The last time, when Mr. Kane died of a heart attack, he had been acting in front of Vianne Kane, using a blood pack he bought online to fake spitting up blood...

Watching him lying on the ground, staring with bloodshot eyes and his body twitching from the beating, Alaric Blackwood’s cold gaze shifted. When he looked at Sophie Shaw, his expression softened slightly. "Honey, are you feeling better now?"

Sophie Shaw stared at him, dazed, and nodded.

She hadn’t expected Alaric Blackwood to be so bold, so daring.

The man who stood up for her and got her revenge looked even more handsome than usual. His hotness level was skyrocketing.

She clung tightly to Alaric Blackwood’s arm. "That’s enough. Let’s go. I’ll tell you the whole story when we get back."

"Okay."

Alaric Blackwood stood up, letting Sophie Shaw link her arm through his, and strode out with her.

Preston Chase followed behind them, signaling for the bodyguards to withdraw.

The group left the Kane residence, got into their cars, and the formidable convoy drove away.

Watching the cars drive away through the broken doorway, Vianne Kane went completely limp. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed softly to the floor.

The butler looked at the room full of people—some lying down, some face down, some spitting blood—and quickly called for an ambulance.

Joseph Shaw was relatively okay; he had only taken one slap.

Thinking back on Alaric Blackwood’s ruthlessness, he was actually relieved.

At least Sophie Shaw had gotten out of there safely.

He knew that in a situation like this, only Alaric Blackwood could protect Sophie. On the way back, with bodyguards in the car, he couldn’t call Alaric, so he had to notify him by text.

He touched his swollen face, thinking that after ten years, he had finally acted like a brave father for once.

But it was obvious this matter wouldn’t end here.

He knew Bianca Kane’s personality. After being taught a lesson by someone from a younger generation, she would definitely run crying to Quentin Blackwood and Mandy Halloway.