Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 843

On the third day of New Year, Heaton flew over to the capital.

Boyle was startled when he received a call from an unknown number.

The person was an aloof, polite and handsome man. His facial features had some similarities to that of Cherie.

This man exuded an aura of someone with a high position with his demeanor being graceful and poised.

In comparison, Boyle Lawson looked slightly young and immature, as proven by his age and life experience.

The two of them sat by the window.

Heaton never liked to beat around the bush. Hence, he went straight to the point. “I’m Cherie’s father, Heaton. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

“I’m aware that you’re dating my daughter. I know I shouldn’t interfere with Cherie’s relationship but you’re Hanson’s son. The young girl Hanson kidnapped eight years ago is my daughter.”

Boyle’s eyes flickered. Shock… disbelief... all sorts of complex emotions overwhelmed him at this instant. Words were stuck in his throat and he could not say a word.

What an irony.

Heaton scrutinized him and continued, “It seems like you didn’t know about this.”

His throat bobbed. After a while, he asked, “Mr. Fudd, do you want me to break up with your daughter?”

Although Heaton was resolute and merciless at work, he could not bring himself to be domineering in dealing with this matter. After all, Boyle did not do anything wrong.

“Yes.”

Boyle lowered his gaze and furrowed his brows. “Does she know the one who kidnapped her was my father?”

“She doesn’t know about it and I’m not planning to tell her either. That is why I’m here, hoping that you can take the initiative to end this relationship. I’m sure you’re aware of her temperament. If I were to suggest she cut ties with you, she won’t listen to me. She will pretend to listen to my words and continue to keep in touch with you behind our backs.”

Boyle imagined her occasionally mischievous behavior as she brushed her parents off. He smiled and said, “Yeah, she will.”

It was Heaton’s first time meeting and talking to Boyle. Judging from Boyle’s expression as he mentioned Jelly Bean, Heaton could clearly feel that his feeling toward Jelly Bean was serious.

However, his realization made him feel more guilty toward Boyle.

Heaton pursed his lips and uttered, “I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong but I can’t allow my daughter to be together with the son of a dangerous man.”

Boyle was not enraged and was surprisingly calm. He took a deep breath and answered, “I know and I can understand from your point of view. If I were to know that she’s the little girl my father kidnapped eight years ago, I wouldn’t have agreed to date her from the start.”

His future was a pit of despair while she was the light that radiated warm and positive energy around. She should be able to live her own happy life and not fall into the abyss with him.

It was fine if he was entangled with Hanson but he would definitely not let Hanson be entangled with Cherie.

“So, I hope you can completely cut off ties with her. As her father, I hope you can do so.”

Boyle’s hands on his lap were cold. “I need some time.”

Heaton nodded in agreement. “I don’t like to owe people a favor. I know that your conflict with your father has gone viral on the internet. With that, I can solve the issue for you.”

Boyle was a proud person. As he lifted his gaze and looked at Heaton, his eyes were calm and aloof. “I will settle the issue myself. Mr. Fudd, since I’ve agreed to break up with Cherie, please spare me some sense of dignity.”

Heaton was momentarily stunned by his words. A trace of admiration flashed across his eyes.

Surprisingly, Boyle did not take the breakup as a condition in getting compensation or a request from him. Before meeting Boyle, Heaton figured that no matter how proud a person was, Boyle would not be able to resist such temptation since he came from a poor family.

Boyle snickered, “Do you think I’ll be afraid if my license is revoked?”

The crazily fearless side of Boyle was deadly frightening.

Hanson looked terrified. “What do you want to do?”

“Because of you, I’ve lost the most important thing in my life. You made my life miserable. How is it fair if I can’t even hit you to vent my anger? Indeed, by law, I can’t cut off my blood relations with you. You’re aware of this and hence wanted to take advantage of me, right? Hanson, let me tell you, I’m the one who has lost everything. I’m not afraid of you!”

Hanson laid paralyzed on the ground. Feeling frightened, he backed away from Boyle and in a trembling voice, he shouted, “No, you can’t hit me to death! You’re a lawyer and you’re the so-called righteous person. If you kill me, what difference does it make between you and a kidnapper like me!”

Boyle donned an icy-cold smile on his face. He grabbed Hanson by his collar and articulated his words. “You can sue me but I ain’t afraid of anything now. Hanson, from today on, I will hit you whenever you cling to me. Perhaps, I might be arrested and spend a few days in jail but you should know that by law, we’re father and son and this blood relation can’t be legally severed. As long as I didn’t disable you, you can’t do anything to me either. Once I’m out of jail, I will hunt you and hit you until you’re afraid of me.”

“You! You! Such a shameless person!”

Boyle bared his white teeth and he looked as if he was Ashura from hell. “Do you think you did less shameless things as compared to me? You can try and see who is more shameless here. I know much better about the loopholes in the law. I have a hundred ways to kill you without paying with my life. Hence, you better stay far away from me!”

Hanson gritted his teeth and glared at Boyle with his eyes wide open.

Boyle let go of Hanson’s collar and hurled him to the ground. He then stood up, feeling that he had taken a load off his shoulder.

There were many ways of dealing with shameless, evil people. The most effective way was to be more shameless and vicious than them.

Especially dealing with a vogue gambler like Hanson who was afraid of the strong and bully the weak.

Boyle stared down at Hanson in disdain as if he was looking at a rat on the streets. He then threw a bank card at him.

“The password is six 1s. There’s fifty thousand in the account and this will be the last time I pay my filial respect toward you. From today onwards, you can challenge yourself and see what the consequences are for clinging onto me again.”