My CEO Husband Says I'm Irreplaceable

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Miss Grayson, Just a Verbal Thank You?

But the people around them just watched, terrified. Not a single person dared to step forward, and no one dared to make a sound.

Everyone kept their heads down, pretending not to see. They were afraid of getting involved, believing it was better to keep out of trouble.

The huge bar was packed with people, yet not one person was willing to lend a hand.

In an instant, Gwen Grayson’s eyes filled with despair.

"Let’s see who dares to save her today! Anyone who does is making an enemy of me!"

He swept his gaze over the deathly silent crowd, letting out a cold sneer, his voice dripping with menace.

"What are you idiots standing around for? Drag her back for me!"

"No..."

Gwen Grayson struggled, and just as she was sinking into complete despair, she saw Vesper Grayson walking through the crowd.

In the depths of her lifeless eyes, a faint glimmer of light appeared.

"Sis, save me!"

The crowd parted automatically, and Vesper Grayson walked up to them.

Seeing the miserable state Gwen was in, Vesper frowned almost imperceptibly. Gwen’s face was pale, her cheeks were red and swollen, and there were fresh traces of blood at the corners of her mouth. Her hair was a mess, and she looked utterly haggard. Her eyes were filled with nothing but fear and despair, completely devoid of their usual vivacity.

’I knew she was in a bad state, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad!’

"You haven’t been home for days. Don’t tell me you’ve been with President Childs this whole time?"

"Sis, Warren Childs held me captive! He wanted me to transfer money to him, and when I refused, he wouldn’t let me leave... WAHHH, I know I was wrong, I never should have trusted him..."

Gwen Grayson sobbed, her voice full of grievance and regret.

It was clear she was truly sorry now.

Vesper Grayson’s gaze hardened as she looked coldly at Warren Childs.

"President Childs, you’ve got some nerve. Illegal detention, physical assault, and forcing her to sign documents... Do you really think the Grayson Family is an easy target?"

Warren Childs sneered, brazen. "She has to follow through on what she promised. Until this is settled, no one is taking her anywhere!"

He truly didn’t think much of the Grayson Family.

Just a middle-class enterprise with a bit of money.

Gwen Grayson saw her chance, bit the bodyguard’s arm, and when he yelped in pain and loosened his grip, she quickly scrambled behind Vesper Grayson, clutching her arm and trembling.

"Sis, you can’t let them take me! Warren Childs is a bastard, he’ll beat me to death!"

Vesper held her protectively behind her, spreading her arms to block the way. Her eyes were cold and grim. "Don’t worry, he’s not taking you anywhere!"

Warren Childs’s face darkened completely. He barked out an order, "Useless fools! You can’t even watch one person! Drag her away by force! I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens!"

Several bodyguards immediately stepped forward, reaching out to pull her away by force.

An icy voice rang out, sounding deceptively casual.

"Warren Childs, you’re not a young man anymore. Isn’t bullying a girl like this a bit much?"

A man approached with a steady gait. His posture was as straight and imposing as a mountain peak, and he radiated an oppressive aura of authority.

The moment he stood there, the atmosphere in the room plummeted. The noise died instantly, and everyone was so intimidated by his overwhelming presence that they didn’t dare make a sound.

The instant he saw who it was, Warren Childs’s heart skipped a beat. He hurried forward, his tone sycophantic.

"President Hawthorne, my apologies for this embarrassing display. This woman was doing business with me, but she’s faithless and ungrateful. I was just trying to reason with them."

Jared Hawthorne offered a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile. "Warren Childs, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t just say whatever you want."

"Every word is true! President Hawthorne, please don’t take pity on them just because they’re women."

"Oh?" Jared Hawthorne’s dark, lacquer-like eyes landed on him, filled with a cold light. "Tell me, then. How were they faithless?"

Warren Childs froze, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach.

’What’s going on?’

’Wasn’t Jared Hawthorne supposed to be a recluse who never meddled in other people’s business? Why would he be sticking up for the Grayson sisters today?’

Warren Childs forced a smile. "How could we bother President Hawthorne with such a trivial matter? We can resolve this ourselves!"

With that, he gestured to his men.

The bodyguards once again moved aggressively to seize Gwen and Vesper.

"Warren Childs, you dare to bully my people? I take it you don’t want to do business in Northolme anymore?" Jared Hawthorne’s voice was frigid, his dark eyes bottomless pits. A single, casual glance from him carried the crushing weight of absolute power.

Warren Childs’s heart clenched under his gaze, and the smile froze on his face.

He glanced at the Grayson sisters, his eyes finally landing on the composed and stunningly beautiful Vesper Grayson.

He understood.

’No matter how powerful a man is, he’s still a slave to a pretty face!’

’This elder Miss Grayson really has some skills, to actually catch Jared Hawthorne’s eye and earn his protection.’

’It looks like the Grayson Family is about to skyrocket to prominence in Northolme. No one will dare to provoke them now!’

Although he really didn’t want to give up on a prize like Gwen Grayson, he knew he was no match for Jared Hawthorne. If he really pushed this, his life in Northolme would become impossible. There would be no place left for him.

After his expression shifted several times, he put on a sensible smile.

"A misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding... I was in the wrong here. My apologies for offending Miss Grayson!"

He waved at his men and let out a low growl.

"Let’s go!"

’What damned rotten luck.’

The group beat a hasty and humiliating retreat, looking utterly dejected.

Seeing them leave, Gwen Grayson let out a huge sigh of relief, and tears she could no longer hold back began to fall.

"You can let go now."

Vesper Grayson turned and spoke flatly to Gwen, who was still clutching her arm in a death grip.

"Sis, my face... my whole body hurts so much..." Gwen refused to let go, her voice full of self-pity.

Her calling Vesper "Sis" over and over was far more sincere than the sarcastic way she usually said "Sister."

Vesper deliberately put on a cold expression. "If you don’t let go, I’ll let Warren Childs take you back."

Gwen immediately let go, looking completely lost.

"I need to take her to the hospital. I’ll contact you later," Vesper Grayson said, looking at Jared Hawthorne.

Jared Hawthorne slid his hands into his pockets and started walking out. "I’ll go with you."

「At the hospital.」

A doctor gave Gwen Grayson a full examination. Aside from multiple soft tissue contusions, there were no major injuries.

Her face, however, was even more swollen, and the bruising was a shocking shade of purple and blue.

’She’d almost been beaten to a pulp!’

"Should I take you home, or do you want to stay somewhere else for a few days?"

Going home looking like that would only make everyone worry.

She knew Gwen was spoiled and proud.

Gwen avoided her gaze, looking down. "I’ll stay at a hotel..."

After getting her a hotel room, Vesper Grayson turned to leave.

"Sis..." Gwen called out to stop her. Meeting Vesper’s gaze, she spoke awkwardly, "Can you... not tell Dad and Mom what happened to me?"

Vesper Grayson nodded. "Get some rest."

After she had taken a few steps, Gwen’s voice came from behind her.

"Thank you!"

She turned her head and saw that Gwen had already hurried into her room.

"All settled?"

Jared Hawthorne was leaning lazily against the driver’s seat, his posture relaxed and casual, yet he exuded an innate, aristocratic air.

"President Hawthorne, thank you so much for tonight!" Vesper Grayson tilted her head, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering. "If you hadn’t been there, I doubt Warren Childs would have let it go so easily!"

A faint, alluring smile played on Jared Hawthorne’s lips. His gaze fell upon her as he spoke slowly, his tone laced with a teasing quality.

"Miss Grayson, is a simple verbal ’thank you’ all I’m getting?"

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