When Glades Horne signaled for his bodyguards to stop, she thought the affair would end just like that. After all, Glades had already vented some frustration, but she was wrong. Glades took out his cell phone and dialed Hansen Ruiz. As soon as Hansen Ruiz answered, Glades spoke in a deep voice, "Ruiz, come to the Emperor hotel immediately! Your family's Empress Dowager is here!"
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Would her son lash out if he knew how she had treated Rachel Bailey? Yes, she was domineering, uncompromising, and a bit unreasonable, but she also feared her cunning eldest son, who was like a fox with a hidden knife. The eldest son wasn't like her other two sons, who were tightly controlled by her and her husband, because he didn't need to rely on the Ruiz Family for his livelihood. She simply had no way to deal with him.
Julia Bluen had been trying to say something, but Glades kept stopping her. With a gentle yet domineering look in his eyes, he reassured her that he was there, that he would handle everything, and that she didn't need to worry.
This was the Ruiz Family's private affair, and he wouldn't really meddle. Floyd Thomas had been slapped multiple times by his bodyguards, which served as retribution. When Hansen Ruiz arrived, he would hand over the authority to him. He believed Ruiz would have an even fiercer outburst.
It seemed that after being bosom friends with Hansen Ruiz for so many years, he had yet to see him lose his temper. He was quite curious to witness how terrifying the smiling tiger could be once enraged, Glades wickedly thought to himself.
Hansen Ruiz rushed to the Emperor hotel in the shortest time possible. Before he arrived, police officers had also turned up.
Upon recognizing Glades's identity and seeing the police, Mrs. Ruiz hurriedly stepped forward. She explained it was all a misunderstanding, assured them everything was fine, apologized to the officers, and sent them away.
Hansen Ruiz's Land Rover barely missed colliding with the departing police cars.
As soon as the car stopped, he jumped out. "Mom, why are you here? What happened? What's wrong with Floyd's face?" Hansen Ruiz quickly approached his mother, assuming she was in danger.
Seeing Floyd's face swollen like a pig's head, his usually gentle face showed the signs of an impending storm, rage burning furiously. Who dared to harm a member of the Ruiz Family?
"My people hit him," Glades replied coldly.
Hansen Ruiz was stunned. Only when he turned did he notice Rachel Bailey. He hesitated, then looked at his mother, his expression becoming inscrutable. His tone, however, softened to an extreme gentleness as he asked his mother, as if discussing the weather, "Mom, did you come to see Rachel?" This was the prelude to his rage.
His mother was truly fast! Now that she had found Rachel Bailey, wouldn't Rachel Bailey know his identity? That heartless girl, knowing that he too was from an influential family, would surely be even more eager to sever ties with him. She had been rejecting his calls, ignoring his messages, and refusing to see him since that night—truly heartless. At this moment, he feared…
"Ruiz, this is your matter. Handle it yourself. I hope next time, my Julia won't be dragged into it. Otherwise, no matter who it is associated with you, I will punish them without fail," Glades said, satisfied with Hansen Ruiz's reaction. Knowing Hansen Ruiz was about to lose his temper without even needing to watch, he coolly delivered his ultimatum, then turned and left, pulling Julia Bluen with him. Julia wanted to take Rachel Bailey with them, but Glades didn't allow it. Rachel Bailey was the catalyst of this incident; he had to let Hansen Ruiz understand the cause of the problem.
"Glades," Julia Bluen looked worriedly at Rachel Bailey as she was stuffed into Glades Horne's car.
Glades Horne's gaze fixed deeply on her, as if she had done something wrong. His intense stare made her scalp tingle.
Had she done something wrong?
She had simply realized that Rachel Bailey was in trouble and hurried over to help. Her reaction couldn't have been more natural. Why was he staring at her like that?
At this thought, Julia Bluen forcefully pushed away Glades Horne, who was still holding her, and protested with a stern face, feeling that he didn't respect her.
"If I hadn't just so happened to be coming here to meet with a VIP client, do you know what would have happened?" Glades Horne was even more displeased than she.
Whatever she did, she always charged in headfirst without ever thinking to ask for his help.
"That person only said something impolite," Julia Bluen's defiant words lost some of their force as she softened under Glades Horne's glare. But then she stubbornly continued, "Don't you have undercover bodyguards to protect me? I would have been fine."
At this, Glades Horne grew even angrier.
Did she think that because she had undercover bodyguards, she could be fearless and charge forward recklessly?
With one swift movement, Glades Horne pulled Julia Bluen back into his embrace, his piercing gaze locking onto her face, impenetrably deep. Whenever he gave her that look, Julia felt as if she'd fallen into an abyss, forever unable to find solid ground. It made her feel like everything was her fault, and she involuntarily wanted to apologize to him.
"Glades," Julia Bluen said, smiling as her small hand reached up to caress Glades Horne's handsome face. Her eyes, mischievous and alluring, filled with tenderness. He was tough, but he couldn't resist her tender assault. "Don't be angry, okay? I was just worried at that moment, wasn't thinking too much, and who would have expected this outcome? Isn't everything fine now? They're Ruiz's family. I thought if I told them who I was, they wouldn't dare hurt me. Don't be mad. You don't look handsome when you're angry. I like it when you're looking dashing, like an exiled immortal descending to the mundane world, leaving me utterly enchanted, unsure of my own name."
Julia Bluen laid it on thick, launching a full-scale charm offensive.