My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 1496

Chapter 1496 Malevolent People

In order to practice his carving skills, Timothy asked Johnson for a few pieces of wood to take back to the hotel.

That night, there was neither rain nor thunder. Using the excuse that his own room was too dimly lit and the air too

dry, he shamelessly lingered in Johanna's room.

When Johanna was video calling with Asel, Timothy also leaned over to Johanna's side, teasing Asel on purpose,

“Daddy can kiss the fragrant mommy, but Asel can't.”

Asel's lips puckered up in frustration, on the verge of tears. “I don't love Daddy anymore.”

After finishing a video call with Asel, Johanna saw that Timothy hadn't gone to take a bath yet, and instinctively

asked, “Aren't you going to sleep?”

“I need to practice more,” Timothy said. “Otherwise, when the music box is ready, if Asel sees the ugly little animal

and guesses that I carved it, it would be so embarrassing for me as a father.”

Worried that the light might disturb her sleep, Timothy turned off all the lights and switched on the desk lamp by the

bookshelf.

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He held the carving knife, meticulously chipping away the wood outside the pattern. He had no idea how much time

had passed when he faintly heard footsteps approaching from outside.

Someone spoke in a hushed tone. “Does that woman live in this room?”

“Yes, I've checked in the system.”

Timothy recognized one of the voices as the man he had hit in the back of the head at the shop earlier. He turned

off the desk lamp and silently made his way to the room's entrance.

A moment later, the sound of the door being seemingly swiped open echoed through the room.

The person outside gently cracked open the door, easily removing the chain lock. As they were about to step in,

they didn't expect to find someone standing inside.

That man was taken aback, but before he could react, Timothy slapped him across the face.

The other men hadn't expected Timothy to be in the room. Startled, they turned to run. But Timothy didn't let a

single one escape. He knocked one down with a kick, then grabbed a trash can from the side of the wall and hurled

it at another.

Timothy grabbed the man by the back of his shirt, pulling him up. “So, you got out of the police station in just one

day. Does your family have connections?”
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I was bracing myself for these men to pick a fight with me, but unexpectedly, their attention was focused on

Johanna. If it weren't for my shameless insistence on staying in Johanna's room tonight... Timothy's eyes darkened,

and he fiercely slapped the man's face again.

He tied up those men with a rope and threw them into the hotel lobby. Timothy called his private lawyer, asking the

latter to come to Zaidham immediately.

In the early hours of the morning, around one or two o'clock, the lawyer still hadn't arrived. A middle-aged man

hurried into the hotel. He glanced at the few men who were tied up, then turned his gaze to Timothy, who was

smoking off to the side, exuding an aura of hostility.

The middle-aged man mustered up his courage and approached. “Sir, my nephew is young and naive. I'm sure we

can discuss any issues at hand.”

“He's young and naive?” Timothy lifted his eyelids to look at the middle-aged man. “He's fat and looks even older

than you. What, did he grow into a giant baby by the age of ten?”

The middle-aged man's smile stiffened. “Can we let this matter slide if I pay you one hundred thousand in private?”

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“How about I give you a hundred million, and you do away with your nephew and his companion now?” A cold

counter-question came from Timothy. “Is that enough? If not, I'll make it two hundred million.”

Seeing Timothy's arrogance, the middle-aged man's expression finally changed. “Outsider, it's best to behave when

you're in someone else's territory, lest you bite off more than you can chew.”

“You're just like your nephew, quite good at making threats,” Timothy said with a laugh.

With one hand, he gripped the middle-aged man's arm, pressing the half-smoked cigarette onto the man's down

jacket, burning a hole straight through it. “All right, bring your backer here for me to see.”

After pushing Timothy aside, the middle-aged man stormed off to make a phone call, seemingly seeking help from

his backer.

Blake turned around with a smug smile on his face. He said to Timothy, “That's my uncle. He's the top official in the

county. My aunt's father is the head of the local police station. You're screwed!”

“I'm waiting for them to come, aren't I?” Timothy said nonchalantly.

Timothy lit another cigarette and took a couple of drags when suddenly a crowd stormed into the bar. There were

more than twenty of them, surrounding Timothy so tightly that he had nowhere to go. Some of them even held

baseball bats in their hands.

Timothy glanced at them. “Just as I thought, poor and adverse natural environments produce crafty and malevolent

people. There's no getting rid of people like you.”