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"Beat this crazy woman until she's down! If she dies, I'll take the responsibility!"
"I want her face ruined! Rip her hair out and make her bald!"
"She slapped me? Swell her face and cut off her hands!"
The Bradford family's bodyguards moved towards Elysia with menacing intent.
Elysia, her eyes bloodshot and teeth clenched, glared back, needles hidden up her sleeves, ready to be unleashed.
She was like a cornered animal, eyes blazing with fury.
"Come on, then! Come at me! You've pushed me to my breaking point! Curse my child, and you're dead!"
But as her words hung in the air, a shadow loomed over her, quickly engulfing her figure.
Tarquin stepped in, one arm around her shoulder, the other intercepting a bodyguard's punch.
With a crisp snap, he broke the bodyguard's hand!
The man screamed in agony, but realizing it was Tarquin, he clamped his mouth shut, too terrified to utter another peep despite the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Seeing Tarquin, the other bodyguards retreated several steps, hiding behind their employers.
The gaggle of high-society ladies clamped their mouths shut at the sight of Tarquin, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Tarquin's eyes, frosty, swept over the crowd before softening as they landed on Elysia.
"Why get your hands dirty? Just tell me who you want to deal with. Doesn't it hurt?"
Seeing Tarquin, Elysia's already high-strung emotions soared even higher.
"Elijah... Elijah..."
"Elijah's fine. His condition's stabilized, he's resting now."
Hearing this, Elysia's tension melted away, and she collapsed like a string cut from a violin.
Tarquin caught her in an instant, his expression cycling through a myriad of emotions, all converging on concern.
"Elysia!"
The Bradford ladies were just as anxious, realizing Tarquin's interest in Elysia. If anything happened to her under their watch, they were doomed.
But, it was them who had been beaten, so why did she faint?
Except for Allegra, the women quickly explained, "We didn't lay a finger on her, she was the one attacking us."
"Look at my face, it's swollen, and she ripped out a chunk of my hair. I'm practically bald!"
Tarquin ignored their pleas, his attention solely on Elysia.
Benjamin was there too, quickly assessing Elysia before reassuring Tarquin, "Don't worry, Ms. Thorne just fainted from being overwrought. She'll come around in a bit."
This reassured Tarquin, and the Bradford ladies breathed a sigh of relief.
They then shifted the blame, "Tarquin, this wasn't our fault. She went berserk and attacked us first."
"Yeah, we just heard Elijah was ill and came to visit, but she jumped us without a word. Look what she did to us!"
"We're all battered, and she doesn't have a scratch."
Tarquin tenderly brushed Elysia's hair behind her ear, ensuring she was truly unharmed, before scooping her up.
His demeanor changed as he faced the women, his gaze turning icy, "I'm here to back her up, not to play judge. If your feelings are hurt because she fought back, that's on you! Stay out of her way from now on, and keep out of sight! Any complaints, keep them to yourself!"
The women were left speechless...