My Wife's Secret Love Chapter 2

Brandon hissed, "Where did this hick come from? Did you bring this little beggar here? Do you have any idea who I am? Do you know who gave me this island?"

Watching Emily struggle in agony without her medication, my eyes instantly turned bloodshot as I growled, "I told you to get your foot off it, but you actually kicked the inhaler into the ocean?"

Brandon raised his chin, staring at me with open provocation. "So what if I did? Where the hell is security?! Throw these two pieces of trash into the ocean and let the sharks deal with them!"

Marcus, whom I kicked away earlier, scrambled to his feet and immediately brought about seven bodyguards to surround us.

He bowed apologetically to Brandon. "Mr. Wilson, please calm down. I'll deal with these two troublemaking lunatics right away!"

Then, he spun around and barked at me arrogantly, "Arthur! Do you really think you're somebody special? I used to call you Mr. Lambert out of respect for Ms. Wynter, and now you actually think you bought this island? This is just a toy Ms. Wynter uses to keep Mr. Wilson happy. Who the hell do you think you are?"

I was so furious I actually laughed. I spent 300million dollars and hired a top-tier team to transform this place, all so Emily would have a peaceful place to recover.

And now it became a plaything for Cassie to entertain her boy toy?

"Where's Cassie? Tell her to get her ass out here."

When Brandon heard that, he looked me up and down with contempt. "You delusional loser, you really think you're someone special, huh? A nobody like you thinks you deserve to see the CEO?"

As he spoke, he strode over and jabbed his finger into my chest. "You think you can call her Cassie? She's my fiancée! A worthless loser like you isn't even fit to carry her shoes!"

I grabbed his finger and twisted it hard.

Brandon dropped to his knees, cold sweat instantly pouring down his face. "Let go! It's broken! My finger is broken!"

The surrounding bodyguards rushed at me, trying to restrain me. However, I kicked them one by one into the ocean. I crawled out of piles of corpses in United Zahara, so dealing with these amateurs was child's play.

Just as I was about to break Brandon's other hand, a helicopter roared down and landed on the helipad.

The cabin door opened, and Cassie stepped out. She looked at Brandon with nothing but concern in her eyes.

The moment Brandon saw her, he burst into tears as if he found his savior. "Cassie! This lunatic is trying to kill me! He broke my finger, you have to have him beaten to death!"

Cassie turned her head, and that face that was already cold as ice toward me on normal days now looked even grimmer. "Arthur, have you lost your mind? Didn't I tell you I had important guests to entertain today and not to come here and cause trouble? Stalking me is one thing, but you actually hurt Brandon? Are you trying to ruin your own life?!"