Chapter 369 A Fight in the Club
Rachel narrowed her eyes at Robin for a long while before asking, “President Gunson, what are you doing?”
Robin’s mouth curved up as his lewd eyes glanced at Rachel’s body from top to bottom. “I am sure you always had good men fall for you, Miss Hudson, but I bet you had never been surrounded by a group of charming men to please you, have you? Relax, you should loosen up a little.” He smirked.
Then, he made a gesture to those male escorts who stood in a line behind Rachel. At once, the escorts immediately surrounded her and said, “Miss Hudson.”
“Get away from me!” she squeaked. With force, Rachel pushed one of them away from her, and her gaze was full of disgust. Then, she took a deep breath to suppress her emotions, and her voice was icy cold. “President Gunson, don’t cross the line.”
“Crossing the line?” Robin sneered, “Weren’t you the one who agreed to stay along? Did I force you to come? And yet, here you are.”
“As far as I am concerned, the matter between us was quite a bumpy ride, but it has long ended and we should leave it behind us now. You are now the president of the Burton Group, and the seat is barely warmed, President Gunson. I don’t think it is a wise choice to start picking on me just yet,” she asserted.
“Are you threatening me? You can’t possibly think that Justin will make a comeback now, do you?” he curiously asked.
“Who knows? At the very least, he’s a Burton.” Rachel snickered.
It seemed like Rachel’s words had hit the nail on the head. Robin despised it when people said he wasn’t a Burton. Although he had been Jason’s godson for so many years, he had never gotten the chance to change his surname to Burton. After all, the more one couldn’t get something, the more they got bothered by it.
Smash! People in the lounge started screaming as they saw Robin smash a whiskey glass against the table.
He stared at her with a flare in his eyes, and he growled, “Don’t you step over me, Rachel! I am showing courtesy to you by inviting you to come here, but who the hell do you think you are? Do you still consider yourself the honorable young lady of the Hudsons? Have you forgotten what it was like to be ‘sold’ by your father to the Burton Family?” Then, he continued in exasperation, “Back then, you were ‘sold,’ but now I’m willing to ‘buy’ you in again! You should be happy that you still had some ‘market value’!”
Rachel’s face turned pale, and she clenched her teeth so hard that her whole body was shaking.
It is better to offend a gentleman a thousand times than a villain once, she thought. Once people like Robin held power in their hands, all their previous grudges would surface and they would start to act retaliatory.
“President Gunson, take it easy. Anger hurts your body, and it’s not worth it,” the female escort who sat beside him soothed as she gently stroked him on the back.
With that, Robin’s face eased up a bit, then he pointed to the table which was full of booze. “Oh well. If you don’t want to entertain us, that’s fine. I will put this behind us, provided that you finish all the drinks on the table,” he said with a malicious smile on his face.
After Rachel heard Robin’s offer, her hands were squeezed into fists by her sides. He was absolutely up to no good, because she would be intoxicated and at the mercy of others if she drank this much alcohol. By then, everything that followed would only be blamed on the drinks.
“It is not necessary. President Gunson, it is clear that you have no intention of forgiving me. If so, I will have to change my plans. Thank you for your time, President Gunson,” she stated as she walked toward the door.
“Hold it right there!” he exclaimed. At once, her path was blocked by two bodyguards.
“You think you can just come and go as you please? What do you take me for?” he said in anger.
“Robin Gunson, what exactly do you want from me?” she asked with frustration.
“Whether you like it or not, you will still have to finish all the drinks on the table.” Robin gestured to his bodyguards and instructed, “Get her to drink!”
Immediately, those bodyguards walked toward Rachel and attempted to grab her.
“Get your hands off me!” she squeaked. In shock, she had never expected that Robin would be so determined in seeking revenge.
“Aren’t you afraid that I will call the police?” she hollered.
“Call the police? If you have the guts to do so, be my guest. Do you think I will fall for your tricks a second time?” he replied with a teasing look.
Just then, the woman next to her snatched her purse. “I will take that for you,” she sneered at Rachel. “And this is what you get for going against Young Master Gunson!” Soon after that, she dumped Rachel’s purse into the beer bucket, which was full of icy water.
Seeing that, Robin chuckled. “Aren’t you going to call the police? Come on, finish this bucket of beer first.” At Robin’s instructions, the two bodyguards tried to drown Rachel in the bucket.
At that moment, the door of the private lounge was suddenly kicked open from the outside, along with a loud bang.
Under the astonished eyes of the crowd, the man who stormed in turned the two bodyguards around from their shoulders, pulled them away from drowning Rachel, and kicked both of them out of the way.
As a result, one of them crashed onto the lounge table, and all the drinks fell to the ground, spilling everywhere. At that moment, Robin’s expression shifted from amusement to rage, and he growled, “Justin Burton!”
Seeing that, the crowd looked at each other in awkward silence, but no one dared to look at Justin’s face.
Meanwhile, Justin gave Robin a cold glance as he helped Rachel get to her feet. “Are you okay?” he asked with a worried tone.
Rachel shook her head weakly. She was becoming inebriated and unable to gather any strength in her body. Then, she stared at Justin with her glassy eyes and thought, I must be dreaming.
After a brief pause, she opened her lips and blurted, “Why are you here?”
Justin did not answer her question. His hands trembled in anger when he saw her shivering, and how she looked too weak to stand on the ground.
With flames burning in his eyes, Justin turned his head around and glared at Robin. He could feel the rage building up in his body, and the blue veins around his temples were about to pop out. He looked like he was going to tear Robin apart.
All these years, Robin worked hard to climb up the ladder. And now, he was the president of the Burton Group. At this particular moment, he wanted to look imposing in front of his circle of friends.
“What are you doing here in my territory, Justin?” he said with a condemning tone.
“Your territory?” Justin stared at him coldly, and he retaliated, “Don’t you know that Golden Hill is owned by the Burton Family?”
“What Burton Family? The Burton Group is now entirely mine. Even as a Burton, you have to address me as President Gunson. In the past, this woman used to brush you off when you were the president. However, I am the one in charge now and she has to oblige with whatever I demand, and that includes drinking whenever I tell her to!” Under the influence of alcohol, Robin was getting even more arrogant.
Accompanying the sound of broken glass, the crowd was startled and their screams reverberated within the lounge. Within a blink of an eye, Justin waved his hand and hurled a broken beer bottle in Robin’s direction. The bottle slid past Robin’s cheek before slamming into the wall behind him.
Trembling in fear, Robin turned his head to look behind him. There was a dented spot on the wall, and there were shattered glass shards on the floor. Recalling how the glass almost cut his cheek, it scared the living daylights out of him. Instinctively, he swallowed back all the words that he was going to spit out.
“Robin, this isn’t over,” Justin said in a low-pitched but dangerous tone. After he said that, he swept Rachel up into his arms and left the lounge.
Right after Justin left, Robin’s legs felt like jelly and he slumped onto the couch.
“It’s okay, Young Master Gunson.” The woman next to him tried to console him.
“Get lost!” Robin yelled at the woman. Then, he flipped the table around, and everything on it fell to the ground. “All of you, get out!” he exploded, and his roaring voice echoed throughout the lounge.
He was the president of the Burton Group, and Justin had just humiliated him in front of so many people by doing what he did. We are not done yet! No, not yet!
In the meantime, Justin carried Rachel and walked out of the nightclub. Rachel was still conscious, but her body didn’t feel like hers anymore. Powerlessly, she mumbled, “I’m fine. Put me down.” Ignoring her request, Justin continued carrying her until they reached the car, and gently settled her into the passenger seat.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“Home,” he replied as he held the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator, leaving the ‘Golden Hill’ signboard far behind.
During the trip, Justin was not driving fast, and Rachel leaned against the back of the seat, her eyes closed. All of a sudden, she bent forward and covered her mouth with a look of pain, and Justin immediately pulled over to the side of the road.
Rachel pushed open the car door, stepped out, and stumbled toward a tree on the roadside. Her hands leaned against the tree and she vomited.
While she was throwing up, Justin looked around, went to the convenience store, and bought a bottle of water for her. “Here, drink some water,” he said.
However, Rachel suddenly shook his hand off. “Don’t touch me!”
