Chapter 402: Chapter 402

Hagen’s face turned pale after he was scolded by Trevor.

Hagen was embarrassed and angry, and hist abdomen hurt.

Hagen had tried to make trouble for Preston but ended up being kicked by Trevor.

Hagen gritted his teeth.

“You just wait and see… Let’s see who needs to study law diligently.

Hello, is it 911? I’ve been beaten up.

I might have my internal organs hurt …” When a waitress from Jotcham Clubhouse saw the commotion, she immediately called the manager over.

While getting someone to clean up the overturned table and the things falling from the table, the manager was trying to persuade Hagen and Trevor with a smile.

“Gentlemen, let’s sit down and talk if there are any misunderstandings.

“No misunderstandings! This man has caused my elder sister to go to prison.” Hagen pointed at Preston.

Hagen even secretly winked at David.

Hagen meant that he could take the chance to hit Preston again while everyone was distracted.

After receiving Hagen’s signal, David nodded quietly, indicating that he had known what Hagen meant.

Preston didn’t even look at Hagen, saying, “Let’s order food.

Waitress, menu please.” He was physically weak and had no fighting skills, but his brain had completely recovered.

He didn’t even care about Jared, so why would he be afraid of Hagen? In the lobby, some waitresses were cleaning up the table overturned by Hagen.

A waitress respectfully came over to hand a menu to Preston.

The manager stood in the middle and hoped that there would be no more conflict between the two sides.

Preston calmly took the menu.

“These specialties are good.

We want this, this, and this.

Not this one.

We want all the other specialties.” “Yes, sir.” The waitress happily took the menu.

The waitress was about to leave when she was suddenly bumped by someone else.

She twisted her ankle and pounced on Preston.

Preston immediately reached out to support the waitress.

Hagen and David looked at each other rapidly.

It was the right time.

David gave Hagen a push.

Hagen ignored the pain in his abdomen and ribs and used the momentum to rush toward Preston.

He quickly picked up a coffee pot on the table and decisively threw it at Preston’s head.

Hagen shouted angrily, “Preston Blake, you son of a bitch.

I’ll fight it out with you.” “Preston!” Lianne shouted in fear and threw herself at Preston.

She hugged Preston and wanted to block the coffee pot for him.

There was a loud bang.

The coffee pot fell to the ground.

Then, Hagen cried out in pain, “Ah, ow, ow…” Hagen was in so much pain that he kept shaking his hand.

Just now, Trevor was sitting opposite Preston.

Hagen had expected that Trevor wouldn’t be able to kick him or hit him.

Unexpectedly, Trevor picked up a plate and hit Hagen’s wrist accurately.

How could Hagen hold the coffee pot steadily? He now suspected that his wrist had been broken.

His whole body twitched with pain.

He felt the blow on his hand more painful than the kick he had just received.

Hagen felt cold sweat on his back and forehead.

He really couldn’t take the pain.

“Get lost!” Trevor shouted again.

“Just wait and see!” Hagen felt so much pain that he gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly.

Lianne still had lingering fears.

She looked at Trevor’s side profile.

He had a straight nose and a slightly taut chin, and a cold aura surrounded him.

Perhaps he gave others a sense of pressure, but he made her heart beat with a chaotic rhythm.

Lianne wanted to cry, for she felt safe and warm thanks to Trevor’s protection.

She had been too tired for the past six years.

She looked cold and aloof as if she had been indifferent to life and death and had kept her nose out of everything.

Actually, she had been so tired.

She had to put up with Adam’s and his younger sister’s sarcastic criticism, deal with Jared’s finding fault, and handle the stress of Preston not being normal and Madam Blake getting more and more unhealthy.

She had to do everything herself.

If it hadn’t been for Trevor, Hagen would have succeeded, that is, the coffee pot in his hand would have either hurt her or Preston.

So many people envied her! People said that she was Jadeborough’s first socialite; that she came from a good family and was a real young lady; and that she had a good.

temperament and was a goddess.

Only she knew that she felt cold every day because she was unhappy.

And she also knew that only by maintaining her aloofness would she be less bullied by Jared.

Lianne sniffed and instructed the waitress, “Refill the coffee.” “Oh, all right.” The waitress had been dumbfounded just now.

At this moment, she immediately limped to serve coffee.

Taking the coffee pot, Lianne poured coffee into a cup and then handed the cup to Trevor with both hands.

“Trevor, here you are!” In the past, when she was together with Trevor, both of them were cold and indifferent.

She didn’t think much of it.

But now, just pouring coffee for Trevor made her feel the tips of her ears burn.

This should have been done by the waitress, but she had wanted to do it herself.

“Thank you!” Trevor politely accepted the coffee.

“Well, you’re welcome.” Lianne’s face turned even redder.

She was beautiful.

Since elementary school, boys had given her love letters.

Since junior high school, many young men from rich families had aggressively run after her.

Lianne had never been moved by any young man.

Before she met Trevor, the people she had admired the most were Julian and Alan.

However, she just occasionally met them at banquets or discussed business in private.

She just did business with them.

Although she admired them, she stayed calm and collected.

She wouldn’t be at a loss like she was now.

No matter what she did, she would feel that something was wrong.

She wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say.

She could only drink her coffee.

But she could not help but secretly look up and size up Trevor.

Only then did she realize that Trevor looked especially handsome when he was drinking coffee.

He carried himself with dignity, but he wasn’t a sissy at all.

Trevor glanced at Lianne and saw that she was holding a cup with her head lowered.

There was nothing in the cup.

It was just an empty cup.

He was speechless.

He couldn’t help but smile.

Lianne could be so lovely.

Jared stood by the door of the VIP room and looked out.

He saw that not only did the two idiots, David and Hagen, not get any benefits, but Hagen was also beaten up.

He walked over with a grim expression, acting as if he hadn’t known anything.

“What happened?” he asked.

Hagen immediately snorted even louder.

“Ouch, it hurts.

Jared, Preston Blake hired someone to hit me…” David said, “Mr.

Blake.

This is what happened.

Just now, Mr.

Shann came out to pay the bill, and I went to the toilet.

When I turned around, I saw that Mr.

Shann had a conflict with young Mr.

Blake.

Then, young Mr.

Blake’s people hit Mr.

Shann.” “Preston, what do you say?” He asked in an interrogative tone.

Preston looked up slightly.

“What do you want me to say?” “Apologize!” Jared ordered.

Lianne wanted to stand up.

Preston grabbed her wrist.

Preston raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Jared lazily.

“Is he worthy?” Just then, the police arrived and rushed into the clubhouse.

A police officer asked solemnly, “What happened?” Seeing the police, Hagen cried as if he had seen his family, “Sir, my ribs are broken, and my hand is broken, too.” He deliberately dangled one hand as if a bone had been broken and showed it to the police.

A police officer immediately moved forward to check Hagen’s hand…