Chapter 6 - The Explosive Strike
Mark, completely blinded by his own arrogance and entirely misinterpreting the deadly silence of his father, sighed in loud annoyance. He took another step forward and aggressively tried to physically grab Noah out of the bodyguard's protective arms, intending to drag the weeping toddler back to the dark attic.
"Give him to me," Mark snapped at the massive guard.
He never even saw the strike coming.
Moving with the impossible, explosive speed and devastating physical power of a man who had built his entire empire with his bare hands, Richard violently knocked Mark’s reaching arm away. In the exact same fluid motion, Richard pivoted his hips, planting his polished leather shoes firmly on the floor, and drove one explosive, catastrophic punch directly across Mark’s face.
The sickening, heavy crack of bone shattering echoed like a gunshot through the massive entrance hall.
The sheer, overwhelming kinetic force of the strike physically lifted the thirty-eight-year-old man off his feet. Mark spun violently backward through the air, completely out of control.
He slammed brutally into the massive wooden wine trolley standing in the center of the room. The heavy trolley rocketed backward under the impact, crashing spectacularly into the decorative winter sled display. Hundreds of expensive, empty crystal champagne glasses, heavy gift boxes, shiny ribbons, and heavy wooden decorations exploded outward, scattering violently across the floor in a deafening crash as Mark’s body completely demolished the elaborate arrangement.
Mark collapsed into the debris, groaning in absolute agony, blood pouring freely from his shattered nose and jaw, entirely incapable of standing back up.
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There was absolutely no dialogue in the room. The wealthy guests pressed themselves flat against the walls in sheer, unadulterated terror.
👉 Read Part 7 to witness the cruel stepmother attempt to hide her sins.
