The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 255
A noble impersonator.
If caught, it wasnât a crime that would end with light punishment.
At minimum, life imprisonment, and at worst, even execution was possible, so impersonating the heir of House Lambert was practically a death wish.
Moreover, the current Marquis Lambert was in his fifties.
Judging by appearances, this man looked to be in his thirties, which meant he clearly hadnât even properly researched the personal details of the head of the house he was supposedly the son of.
Having finished assessing the situation, Nina spoke to the manager.
âManager, call the guards.â
âWhat. ButâŚâ
At that moment, Ash strode toward the punk, who was trembling like an aspen tree, guilt making his own legs shake.
âYouâd better call them quickly.â
Nina watched Ash approach the man, who was at least a palmâs breadth shorter than him, with anxious eyes.
His shoulders and back muscles bulged ominously, casting sharp shadows as they pulsed, as if foretelling bloodshed.
Honestly, she didnât care whether a criminal spat blood or had bones broken.
But causing a violent incident in a place this crowded might damage his reputation.
Worried, Nina stepped in to stop him, but Ash spoke in a low, rough voice that scraped at the throat.
ââŚIf an impersonator has been operating this openly, then there canât be just one or two people involved in the scam. Can we really trust the guards?â
There was no time to stop him.
Thud!
After finishing his sentence, he kicked the punkâs knee with a movement so concise it was brutal.
At the same time as a clean cracking sound, like splitting firewood with an axe, the manâs scream rang out.
âWith a leg like that, you wonât be running away.â
Two men clutching their broken wrists, wailing in agony.
One man hugging his shattered knee, sobbing uncontrollably.
Considering they had laid hands on her, it was fortunate that they hadnât been executed on the spot and that it had ended at this.
George had been tortured with his fingers crushed joint by joint while locked in a room.
Sheâd come for a drink to ease her gloom, only to feel even filthier.
Nina was about to press the manager, who stood frozen like ice, to take control of the situation when,
âWaitâŚâ
The man who had once crushed even Georgeâs fingers as if snapping off pieces. Was he really stopping at this?
Sensing something off, Nina quickly turned her head to look at Ashâs back.
Ears flushed red as if rage were being forcibly suppressed, and a fist where blue veins bulged like coiling serpents.
Ah. So this wasnât over.
Realizing that, Nina gently took Ashâs hand.
âHoney, letâs leave the rest to the hotel. Getting swept up in more commotion wonât do any good.â
At her touch, his rigid hand twitched.
ââŚBut.â
When Nina softly stroked his stiff back, he bit his lip as if overcome.
âDo as I say. Iâm fine.â
Just moments ago, her own anger had flared to the top of her head, but seeing him even angrier than she was made her calm instead.
âManager, shouldnât you restrain them so they canât run away?â
Amid the chilling scene, the flustered manager finally gestured to the staff, who restrained the three men.
* * *
Nina went up to the room first.
Her appearance was disheveled, and the concentrated attention made her uncomfortable.
The hotelâs general managerâs office.
Ash stared coldly at the general manager, who stood with his head bowed like a criminal, not knowing what to do.
âYour guest management is abysmal.â
ââŚWe sincerely apologize for the unpleasant experience caused by our mistake. I donât know if it will satisfy Your Graces the Duke and Duchess, but we will do everything we can to compensate you.â
âCompensation is a given, but what will you do about those things?â
Ash gestured toward the trash kneeling on the floor, restrained by the hotel guards.
At his cuttingly cold voice, the three men pleaded desperately with their eyes.
Because cloth had been stuffed into their mouths to keep them quiet, they couldnât make a sound, but their pupils were clouded with fear of death.
Ash had proven himself as the head of House Bayern with his insignia, so they would be executed in the near future.
âOur hotel has also suffered no small amount of damage because of them. We will make sure they pay for their crimes, so that there will be nothing for Your Grace to worry about.â
Unless one was a high-ranking noble like Ash.
