Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 245

Darryl's face darkened as he pulled on Lily’s hand, ready to bring her away.

Meanwhile, Donoghue stood up with a smile while judging Darryl from head to toe. "Who are you? Who gave you permission to enter? Get out!"

Get out?

Darryl laughed coldly while exuding an air of eeriness as he glared at Donoghue. "You must be Donoghue?"

Donoghue replied with a smile, "That’s me! The Dax guy from last night must've been a friend of yours? I’ve kicked his *ss. Do you want to end up just like him? If not, you better get out of my sight right now."

A wave of anger rose from within Darryl.

Darryl’s eyes turned bloodshot, but said with a smile, " I'll tell you what, I'm not leaving today and I'll also screw you over tonight.” The last sentence had come out from his gritted teeth.

Lily stumped on her feet. "Darryl, what're you saying!

Don't fool around. You only went into prison for stealing two phones and you think you're a gangster now?"

What was Darryl thinking? Why was he still pretending to be cool at times like this?

Lily knew she had been drugged and the best way to

get out now was to beg Donoghue to let her go.

Although she also knew there was no way Donoghue would release her, it was still better than challenging him. Dax was so powerful yet he had been beaten so badly by them last night. There was no way Darryl could fight them off. 1

"Kid, did you just say you want to screw me over?" Donoghue questioned him as if he just heard a joke. H e laughed and clapped his hands.

Suddenly, around ten burly men rushed into the room with knives in their hands and surrounded Darryl with violent looks.

"Ah! Please don't hit this kid, yet. Don’t hurt my pretty girl." Galvin interrupted with a smile and pulled Lily o n her wrist. "Don’t be scared, my pretty girl. Look at you. You can't even stand up properly. Come, let me hug you." Galvin was about to pull Lily into his arms after saying that.

"Get away from me!" Lily scowled and tried to struggle but had no energy.

Damn it!

At this instant, Darryl threw Galvin a punch out of the blue.

Bam!

The punch landed on Galvin’s face before he could react and he was tossed into the air before violently smacked against the wall.

"How dare you to hit me!" Galvin staggered up with half his face swollen as he breathlessly groaned.

Within five minutes, all of Donoghue's men were laying on the floor. Galvin was also laying on the floor with his livelihood unclear.

Donoghue was curled up on the sofa by now with his white suit tainted in red from blood and his face filled with horror.

"Bro, this is a misunderstanding. This must've been a misunderstanding. I've nothing to do with this. I’m just Lily’s fan." Donoghue staggeringly explained with his forehead full of sweat. 1

Misunderstanding?

Haha...

An eerie look appeared on Darryl's face as he walked closer to him with the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand. "You're telling me now it's all a misunderstanding? My brother is still lying in the hospital and you are f*cking telling me it’s all but a misunderstanding?"

His Blood Drinking Sword stabbed through Donoghue's shoulder after he said that.

"Ah!"

The sword went through Donoghue's shoulder along with a loud moan sounding like pigs in a slaughterhouse.

"The number of stabs which you gave my brother, I'll return them tenfold!" Darryl warned coldly as he stabbed him again.