The Woman From Hell
Chapter 540

Chapter 540

The manager shook his head hard. "What are you talking about? Of course, you can have funanywhere. Even if you want to have fun on the rooftop, we'll make sure you’re happy and satisfied.”

Tyler snorted and looked at the greasy man. "Chase this dog out."

The manager agreed and looked at the man, immediately putting away his smile. "Mister, you’vedisturbed other customers, so please see yourself out."

He had used the most polite tone to say the most impolite words.

A clever person would leave, but this man was clearly a fool.

He pushed the manager away. "Mind your own business."

He looked at Tyler and widened his eyes to glare at him. "Acting all high and mighty, eh, Mr.Schuman? Let me beat you up so I'll know which idiot you are."

Anyone could tell that this man was a nouveau riche a t one glance. He thought he was unbeatablejust because he was a customer here, so he was not afraid o f anything.

To put it bluntly, he was foolish as hell!

Tyler was an unmerciful man. Anyone who provoked him would not get to resolve the conflict inpeace. If Tyler was not killed, then that person would be killed. The man was just about to raise hishand that was holding the bottle when Tyler kicked him in the stomach.

The man collapsed straight to the ground. Tyler lifted his foot and stepped on him. "Why don't youfirst let m e see which idiot you are."

A shrill cry rang out, and everyone who was still partying in the hall fell silent.

I sat quietly on one side drinking wine, not sparing even a single glance.

When Tyler was done venting out, he gave one final kick at the man's face and stepped on it. "Don'tlet a person like this in here next time or I might wonder when has The Imperial turned into a zoo."

The manager agreed. "Don't worry, Mr. Schuman. We'll definitely manage the establishment morestrictly in the future. We're sorry for ruining your mood. All your expenses tonight are on the house."

Having said that, he quickly ordered several waiters to lift the man on the ground away.

Tyler sat down and found me looking straight at him. He smiled. "Did I frighten you?"

I frowned. "It's not a good habit to beat others up when you’re in a bad mood."

Back then, Tyler was a dark person who advocated violence to solve all problems. He woulddefinitely use every means possible to ruthlessly retaliate against whoever messed with him.

I thought he was different now, but no, he had merely learned how to disguise it.

After the workout, Tyler felt his body warm up and took off his coat while saying, "I'll learn to controlit."

I pursed my lips and said no more.

Tyler asked for a few more glasses of wine. After the waiter left, he said with a smile, "It's not agood habit for you to be nosy either.”

"That's my choice.” I was indignant.

Tyler smiled and looked across my shoulder. "That lady looks like she wants to come over andspeak to you.”

I turned around to look and said blandly, "I was just in a bad mood and wanted to vent out with thehelp of alcohol. I wasn’t really trying to help her."

"Do you think you were helping her?”

A crisp and pleasant voice rang in my ears.

I looked up and saw a very beautiful woman-a hostile kind of beautiful.

She sat down beside me and picked up a glass of wine that had not been touched yet, downing it ina single gulp.

I frowned. "You are?"

The woman looked at me and sneered. "Cassey Louis."

Cassey Louis?

I searched my brain and remembered that she was Grayson’s older sister.

If one must say, Cassey, Grayson's older sister, was the biggest joke in the Louises.