Chapter 3

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The next morning, I woke up in a haze on the lounge sofa, and Cheryl was looking at me with a wide grin.

"Mr. Mercer, you were magnificent last night! That piece of trash deserved every single punch!"

I rubbed my temples, completely confused.

"Cheryl, what did I do? Your place... looks pretty wrecked this time."

As I reached for my black card, Cheryl stopped my hand. "Keep it! Last night was way too satisfying. No need to pay!"

"Though you should probably head to the hospital. You kicked Sean Price straight in the groin, and he looked half dead. Go handle it before they try to extort you."

Following Cheryl's directions, I found the hospital and walked up to Sean's room.

"Which monster did this to my precious baby?" a shrill voice walled from inside.

"If I find out who ruined my son, I'll tear him limb from limb!"

Hearing Sean's mother screaming, I pushed the door open. "I did it. What are you going to do about it?"

"You little bas―" Brenda Price cut herself off mid-sentence when she saw my face, immediately swapping her rage for a greasy smile.

"Oh, Young Master Mercer! Never mind, I was just blowing off steam."

"Still, you beat my poor Sean so badly..."

I knew exactly what she was angling for, and I glanced at Valerie, who had clearly stayed awake by Sean's bedside all night.

"Last night was my wedding, and he dragged my wife away to a bar. I had a mental breakdown from the stress and beat him up. Is there a problem?"

Brenda shook her head frantically. "No problem at all, he deserved a beating! But surely you should offer some compensation for medical bills?"

【Like mother, like son. Nothing in their heads but cash. He provoked me on purpose last night just for a payout!】

【And Valerie is a complete idiot. Sean only clings to her for money, yet she still thinks he's some devoted romantic hero!】

Valerie looked at me in shock, then turned to look at Sean with newfound suspicion.

I pulled out a bank card and tossed it at Brenda. "There's a hundred grand in there. Enough?"

Sean frantically shot a subtle glance at his mother.

Brenda's expression shifted instantly, and fake tears began rolling down her face. "My poor boy didn't do anything wrong! He got beaten half to death for no reason."

"You belong to high society, Mr. Mercer, so how could small people like us dare to argue with whatever crumbs you toss us?"

"My poor son suffered just because he's too loyal to his feelings. It's simply tragic!"

As Brenda spoke, she deliberately glanced at Valerie.

Valerie's expression grew conflicted, and she said, "Rhett, give them a little more. You really injured him severely this time."

【See that? This woman only cares about Sean. Total bitch!】

【Divorce her immediately! Looking at her makes me want to vomit!】

Valerie's brow furrowed, and she opened her mouth to explain, but I cut her off with a dry chuckle.

"No problem. If you say pay, I pay. I'll wire another nine hundred grand to that card later. A cool million should be enough for your little boy toy's medical bills, right?"

After I turned around and left, Brenda and Sean could barely contain their greedy smiles.

They never dreamed that taking a beating could earn them a million dollars so easily.