The Mighty Fighter Is Back

Chapter 2: Revenge on the Miller Family



Chapter 2: Revenge on the Miller Family

Richard was furious with scarlet eyes. He gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice, "Put Catherine on the phone!" "Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that?" James' voice turned a bit impatient and angry.

"None of your business. Just put her on the phone," said Richard coldly.

"Piss off." James said in anger and hung up.

There came another cracking sound. Richard crushed the phone with his hand. He stood up and said in a husky voice, "James Miller, you're getting yourself killed!"

"Pierre, contact the leaders of Country X, and tell them not to butt in."

"Today, I'm going to destroy the Miller's!"

At this moment, his eyes were scarlet and his anger was burning.

'It's just five years. But Catherine's abandoning our daughter and marrying another man?'

'Bastards!'

Pierre nodded and set to work, "We shall obey the Lord's order. Arrange a flight. I must depart now!"

In less than five minutes, many officers and celebrities were all heading for the Miller's in Heufville Province. Many private jets were flying there from cities adjacent to Evento. Under the command of the head of the W Gang, people from powerful groups were all heading there.

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In the Miller's, Evento, there was a fancy villa. It was well decorated and looked joyful.

"Congratulations, Master Miller. What a pleasure to marry the fairest woman of Evento!"

"Only Master Miller deserves this beauty."

"Ha, ha! Thank you! Please come in!"

Here, everyone was jubilant. The smiling man in the suit of bridegroom and welcoming his guests was the young master of the Miller Family, James Miller.

James was very delighted and kept greeting his friends and family.

Next to him stood a beautiful woman in a wedding dress.

She was around 28 and looked like a goddess from paintings. On her oval face, there were delicate facial features. Her eyebrows were thin and long. Her eyes were as clear as a lake and her skin was fair.

She was elegant and noble with stunning beauty. However, her eyes were full of sadness.

"Be happy, Catherine! You'll regret it if you keep pulling a long face!"

James leant over and said to her coldly, "Don't forget that Maria needs bone marrow transplant to cure her leukemia. Except her missing father, I'm the only one who can save her!"

"If you don't want her die, you must marry me!"

Catherine felt despair inside. She clenched her fist and glared at James, "I will keep my word. After our wedding, you must donate your bone marrow and cure Maria."

James held Catherine's waist and smirked, "Don't worry. After this night, I'll save her."

"And your family's debt will be repaid by me."

Hearing this, Catherine clenched her fist again and shed tears in despair. All she wanted to do was kill this man alive.

'The hell with the debt! It was all his plot!'

To force Catherine to marry him, James had used various dirty tricks from drugs control to getting the Smith family in financial crisis.

To save her daughter and her family, Catherine had no choice but to marry James this scum. No one could imagine what anguish she had suffered.

"The bride seems to be crying with joy. How touching!"

"She's been a widow for five years. I guess Richard Thompson has died. Poor child, it's fortunate for her to marry James."

"I'm moved. My sister's so lucky."

On the banquet, the head of the Smith family, Oliver Smith, Catherine's uncle Duke Smith and other family members were all feeling the same.

Instead of feeling sorry for Catherine, they kept jeering at her.

Catherine's marriage could benefit them, which was exactly what they had long yearned for.

But Catherine's parents looked dim. They weren't happy at all.

Catherine's mother Jane Allen looked worried. She looked around and asked, "Where's Maria?"

Catherine's father Eddy Smith heaved a sigh, "Don't bother looking for her. James didn't want Maria to spoil his wedding and locked her up." They looked at each other with concern.

They both knew Catherine did not want to marry James, and she was forced to do so. They both clenched their hands in grievance.

Oliver stared at Catherine's parents, "Why are you both pulling such a long face? Just smile! Your daughter's marrying today." novelbin

At that moment, James came.

"Hello, Master Miller!" Oliver and other people all came to flatter him. But James looked cold and slapped hard on Jane's face with a slap. Her face turned red.

"You!" Eddy, Jane and Catherine all darkened their face. But people like Oliver and Duke were taking pleasure in their misfortune.

"Are you mad, James? She's my mother!" Catherine groaned.

James said in a cold voice, "I don't care who she is. It's my wedding day. You look like you're attending a funeral."

"I'm warning you. You'd better be happy. If you make me angry, Maria will die, so will you all!"

How brutal and tyrannical!

Jane's face was burning with pain and her eyes were full of tears. Eddy was furious. But they dared not to say anything.

James was powerful. He could decide the fate of their family and their granddaughter.

"Come here! Let's greet our guests."

James pulled Catherine hard and stared at her parents, "It was just a warning. You'd better be happy, or you'll pay for it!"

Finishing his words, he violently pulled Catherine away, making her wrist go red.

Oliver looked at Eddy and Jane and gloated, "Oh, just smile!" They felt depressed and furious, but still they had to fake a smile with tears dripping down their face.

Looking at her parents, Catherine felt painful. Tears streamed down her face again.

'Why?'

'Why it's so unfair?'

Her husband had disappeared for five years. She had been raising Maria all alone. But Maria suffered from leukemia.

'Why did God do this to me?'

'Why isn't there anyone I can rely on?'

"If you keep crying, you'll lose everything!" James yelled.

Bang! At this point, the gate was hit broken by a frightening armored car.

Looking somber, Richard slowly drove in, his eyes cruel.


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