Reclaiming Her Heart

If that was the case, he had brought trouble upon himself. Selena remained silent as he raised his chin and said, "Go behind the sofa." This was because Oliver was coming. There was another chair behind the sofa. She felt a bit uncomfortable, but she listened to him and didn't leave. Before long, a unfamiliar male voice could be heard outside. "Raymond, what do you mean by this? How dare you let someone grab me! If grandfather finds out, you're in for it!" Raymond's fingertips held a cigarette as he kicked Oliver in the chest. His combat skills were exceptional, having grown up around the military. There were few people who could match him. Oliver was no match for him, just trash in his presence. This kick nearly pierced Oliver's chest, causing him to spit out blood and his lips turning red. Since the beginning, Raymond had been suppressing his anger. Especially that video, he couldn't bear to watch how Selena's hand was crushed, her eyes filled with despair, and her trembling body. The video lasted only about a minute, but he couldn't bring himself to watch it, almost as if the baseball bat had struck his fingers. Perhaps if it were his fingers, he wouldn't be in such pain. Oliver curled up on the ground, unable to get up, resembling a shrimp. The Montague family prohibited killing each other because the heir had been chosen early on, leaving no opportunity for anyone else. Even if they harbored resentment, they could only do so in secret, never daring to openly harm their own family members. The reason Oliver had the audacity to come was because he believed Raymond wouldn't do anything to him. "Pfft." He spit out blood, mixed with teeth. Raymond's tone, however, remained indifferent. "If your cousin has a problem with me, he can come at me himself." Oliver's eyes turned bloodshot. "I will tell grandfather about this." Grandfather would surely support him! "Raymond, you're done for. You've actually become infatuated with a designer. Grandfather's favorite is that ugly woman from the Fair family. Once he finds out, let's see how he deals with you and this designer you're hiding!" "Hahaha, just you wait!" Oliver's face swelled up from the blow. Raymond slowly crouched down and confidently placed his leather shoe on Oliver's chest. "Cousin, the Montague family has a business deal in northern Burma. I have already booked your plane ticket for tonight. I will personally inform grandfather of the reasons, and I believe he will agree." Oliver once again spit out blood, this time from being scared. He could tell that Raymond was serious, actually planning to discreetly send him out of the country. Wasn't it just a woman? Why was Raymond so concerned about her?

His pupils suddenly contracted, "Raymond, you can't be..."

Before he could finish, Raymond's leather shoe stomped on his face, as if he was some disgusting piece of garbage.

"Cousin, remember to change for the better over there. When I am satisfied, I will release you."

Oliver felt nothing but humiliation, his eyes turning crimson. He struggled desperately, but in vain.

He was originally on his way to have dinner with Olivia, about to meet his goddess, but he was brought here by Raymond's men.

"Let go of me..."

His mouth kept bleeding, his teeth clenched tightly.

Just as Raymond was about to have Oliver taken away, his phone rang. It was a call from Grace.

"Aunt."

He pressed the answer button but didn't remove his foot from Oliver's face.

There was silence on Grace's end for a few seconds before she asked, "What did you do to Oliver?"

Raymond narrowed his eyes, "What my aunt said, I don't understand."

"Raymond, don't pretend to be clueless. No matter what Oliver did wrong, he is your cousin. If I don't see him tonight, I will immediately tell your grandfather about this. When your brother died, your grandfather solemnly warned you not to harm each other."

Raymond felt annoyed and kicked Oliver aside.

Oliver coughed up blood and cried for help, "Save me, help..."

Grace naturally heard it too, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"Raymond, I heard that you acted because of Selena? Didn't you say that you only had a transaction with her? If it's just a transaction, why hurt your own family so severely?"

When Grace heard Oliver's voice, she knew that Oliver was being tortured badly.

"You've already hit him, at least spare his life. Otherwise, Selena will also be in trouble."

Since Grace had stepped in, Raymond had no choice but to have his men help Oliver up.

Oliver's face had swollen into a pig's head, and he couldn't stand stably, but he glared at Raymond hatefully.

The sentence he had just wanted to say was, "Raymond, could it be that you've fallen in love with her?"

Now, although Oliver had suffered through such torture, he felt particularly happy.

He had long disliked Raymond. If he told others about Raymond's concern for the designer, it would expose his weakness to the public.

Who knows what those insane people hiding in the shadows would do.

Oliver was well aware that he couldn't take that position, but someone else wanted it.

Previously, everyone said that Raymond liked Olivia and had been waiting for her for many years, but his actions were always too indifferent.

He had never done such a thing before.

"Raymond, you're finished... cough, cough, cough, I never thought you would end up like this..." Oliver repeated this sentence over and over as he was being helped down, but his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't see where Raymond was, and every few words, he would cough up blood.

Raymond looked at the cigarette in his fingertips and casually flicked it into the nearby trash can.

Selena had been sitting behind the sofa the whole time, her palms sweaty, especially when she heard the sounds of fighting outside, making her spine tense up.

She knew just how brutal it was without even going out to see.

When the calm had returned inside the room, she finally stood up and walked out slowly.

Raymond stood by the window, lighting another cigarette. He had already opened the window, and the wind blowing in made the smoke swirl. His hair and collar were also moving.

There was a pool of blood on the floor next to him, and everyone else had already left.

"Mr. Montague, are you alright?"

Raymond's fingertips trembled as he saw her hesitate and approach him, taking the cigarette from his fingertips and throwing it into the trash can.

"You've smoked a lot today."

Raymond looked at her fair and delicate face, his mind filled with Oliver's words just now.

Raymond, you're finished.

Raymond, you're also in this situation...

Selena didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew his mind must be chaotic.

"I heard Ms. Montague called you. I guess someone warned her in advance..."

He couldn't hear what she was saying, only seeing her mouth moving.

He simply pulled her over, against the nearby wall, and kissed her lips directly in the breeze blowing in from outside.

Too noisy.

When he hoped she would say a few more words, she was more stubborn than anyone.

When he wanted to be alone in silence, she spoke more than anyone.