The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 254
Nina rose abruptly from her seat with a hardened expression.
But.
“Heh.”
The scrawny man and the rough-looking man seated beside her grabbed her shoulders and forced her back down.
“…What do you think you’re doing right now?”
Disgust spread through Nina’s eyes.
This was supposed to be a hotel frequented by the upper class, yet they dared to lay hands on a woman so casually?
As she frowned at the repulsive sensation, like a caterpillar crawling up her shoulder, the punk deliberately tossed a heavy pouch onto the table.
“If money’s the concern, don’t worry. We may look like this, but we’ve got quite a bit of it.”
Clink!
Through a small opening, gold coins gleamed brightly.
“Is this enough to make you feel like having some fun with us?”
Hell no. Even if they gave her billions, she wouldn’t want to.
“Don’t flaunt your filthy money at me.”
Nina shook off the men’s arms, which were shining with sleazy expectation.
However.
Squeeze.
“Ugh.”
The force pressing down on her shoulder was no joke.
She’d thought this was a high-end hotel, so why on earth were they letting trash like this in as guests…?
Nina twisted her body to try to break free and raised her voice to call for the manager.
“Where’s the lounge bar manager?”
Judging by the anxious expressions of the staff hovering at a distance, these men seemed to be notorious troublemakers here.
It didn’t seem like their first time doing this, and they were brazen despite not knowing who she was.
Even if it was a hotel frequented by the upper class, not every guest was a noble.
They were clearly assuming she wasn’t a noble because she’d come dressed more simply than others.
“…If you don’t want to face legal consequences, let go of me. Now.”
As Nina twisted again, trying to shake off the hands clinging to her, her voice tightly restrained with anger, an elderly gentleman who could no longer stand it stepped in.
“…What is this vulgar and rude behavior. Stop this at once!”
He wasn’t the only one.
“She’s called the manager, so that’s enough.”
“She said she wants to be left alone!”
Other guests protested with uncomfortable expressions, but instead of shrinking back, the punk just grinned.
“The manager? Go call him. Do you know who my father is—”
At that moment.
“U-Ugh!”
Ash, now changed into plain clothes, twisted the wrists of the men restraining Nina like wringing out a rag.
Crack.
A sickening sound rang out, and screams burst from the scrawny man and the thug.
“AAAGH!”
“Ah, let go, let go!”
Freed at last, Nina brushed off her shoulder and stepped away.
“Honey…?”
Nina blinked her watery eyes.
To think her husband, whom she’d assumed had gone to bed early with Ian, would appear.
Just like that day when he had ruined the fingers of the Viscount Beverly’s heir, he was looking down at the intruders with a gaze that seemed ready to kill.
As the two men with crushed wrists screamed, the lounge manager, who had received word late, rushed over in a panic.
“S-Sir, please calm down for a moment…!”
“Is this how you manage this place?”
Ash flung the scrawny man and the thug onto the floor.
As the two rolled noisily across the ground, the punk who had frozen stiff pointed a trembling finger at Ash and shouted,
“H-How dare you. Do you know who I am? Manager, call the guards right now and have that man arrested…!”
After checking who was at the center of the disturbance, the manager leaned in and whispered anxiously to Ash.
“S-Sir. I’m very sorry, but this is Young Lord Lambert of the Lambert Marquisate. It would be best for you to leave quickly before something unfortunate happens.”
“Young Lord of the Lambert Marquisate?”
Ash tilted his head slightly, his gaze icy.
As if he genuinely didn’t understand.
“Honey, did Marquis Lambert have a son this grown?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
Nina was just as puzzled.
The son of Marchioness Lambert, who was the former Empress’s head maid, was at most ten years old.
What’s more, she’d heard that since he’d been born late in life, that child was the heir meant to carry on the family line.
At the exchange between Nina and Ash, the punk flinched.
“W-What are you saying. How dare you call me a liar. Manager, are you just going to stand by and watch a noble be assaulted? Do you want to see this hotel ruined?”
…This bastard.
So he was impersonating a noble.
