Let's Get Married Chapter 635: Vent Her Anger

When Rex enters the ward, Lily hasn't woken up yet, unconscious. But he can tell that she doesn't feel
well, for even though she is comatose, her brows are tightly knitted together.

She wears a fixture around her neck, in case she should hurt her head. The wounds on her forehead
have been carefully treated. The white bandage wrapped around her delicate face makes her look
even weaker.

There is an indwelling needle on the back of her right hand for the transfusion in these days. It is fixed
by a white plastic strip. Looking at the light yellow anti-inflammatory liquid flowing into her body, Rex
really worries about her.

He doesn't stay in the ward for a long time and asks the nurse, "When will she wake up?"

The nurse replies, "It depends. Now the patient is more than weak. It takes three to four hours.
However, the longer it takes the better. She can rest and recover."

Rex looks deeply at the petite figure. After a long while, he looks away and instructs softly, "You stay
here and let Karl know if you have any questions. Tell him to contact me."

"Yes, Mr. Rex."

Then, Rex turns around and leaves the ward. He strides into the elevator with a sharp baleful aura. He
goes all the way down to the underground garage, then pulls open the door and gets into the driver's
seat. Without any hesitation, he starts the car. The black Bentley immediately shoots out like an arrow.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Rex drives to the entrance of the Red Club.

The security manager at the entrance is a little shocked for he hasn't seen Rex for a long time. He
hurriedly steps forward to open the car door for him and says, "Mr. Rex, good evening."



Rex does not say anything else. After leaving the key to the manager, he walks into the clubhouse
coldly. The attendant accompanying him is almost frozen by the frightening aura.

That's horrible.

He has seen Rex a few times before. Although Rex's expression is always cold, he has never been so
angry that he frightens the hell out of everyone who sees him.

After getting to the floor of Pehry's office, the attendant immediately stops reverently. He closes the
elevator door, leaving Rex alone on this floor.

At this time, Pehry is sitting on the swivel chair in his office, smoking a cigar. He is wearing a dark red
checked suit, his long legs on the desk. He looks at the couple who curl into two balls on the ground.
Suddenly, hearing the sound coming from the door, he sits upright and puts his legs down almost as a
reflex action, waving with his cigar at the bodyguard at the door. "Hurry up and open the door!"

With Rex's violent temper, if he doesn't open the door immediately, the door designed by the French
carpenter will probably be scrapped soon.

When the bodyguard turns around and is about to open the door, an enormous force pushes the door
open. If the bodyguard isn't fast enough, the door will probably have bounced into his face in the next
second.

Pehry stands up and looks at the threatening figure at the door. He puts down the cigar on the crystal
ashtray beside him and says, "Rex, what's...?"

Before he can utter the last word, the man has already bent down and pulled the man on the ground
up. He is so strong that the man with the height of 1.75 meters is pulled away from the ground.



Rex stares at that ugly and rough face. At the thought of such a frightened and trembling coward that
injured Lily like that, Rex feels the flames in his chest burn even more intensely.

He smiles coldly and asks the man abruptly, "Did you hit someone with your car?"

The man who is pulled up only feels that the person in front of him looks familiar. After thinking for a
while, he remembers, "You, you, you are that lawyer, Rex?"

Pehry raises his eyebrows. Just as he is about to ask if he should get someone to cover his eyes, he
hears the man continue, "Help! Lawyer Gabbot, they kidnapped my wife and me and imprisoned us
here. Help me please...."

Pehry looks at the source of the voice in shock. Isn't this person scared out of his mind? He begs Rex
for mercy! Does he want to die earlier?

Obviously, this man does not know about Rex's relationship with Lily. He just feels that a lawyer can
help him.

However, Rex just sneers coldly, "Help you?"

The man nods desperately. His face is twisted by the fear. "Help, help me.... This man threatened me
that I couldn't get out of here...."

Pehry is astonished. Suddenly, he feels a little sympathy for this man. How can a man with the healthy
brain say such words? When he thinks about the scene later... it's so horrible.

Rex pushes him against the wall, and with just one hand, the man feels great oppression. "Doesn't he
tell you that the person you hit is my wife?"

To the man, this sentence is akin to the voice of a devil from hell.



The man's eyes are wide open and almost bulging. He was just trembling just now, and now he is
almost twitching. He stammers, unable to speak clearly, "Your wife?"

However, this time, Rex does not give him the time or chance to understand it. With a loose grip of his
collar, the man falls down like a piece of trash that has been casually thrown away, collapsing to the
ground.

He watches in despair as Rex in front of him takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves. Rex flexes his
knuckles and makes the cracking sound, sending a shiver down the man's spine.

His fingers clench tightly, veins protruding from the corners of his forehead. It is not the strength of a
mortal's flesh, but rather, it carries a destructive force of steel as his fist fiercely swings towards his
head.

Miserable screams echo throughout the room. Everyone present, except the woman whose mouth is
blocked, looks away.

Even the bodyguards who have seen countless scenes like this feel frightened.

Pehry silently turns around, picks up his cigar again, and puffs.

That's good. At such a time, he has to rely on the taste of money to nourish his fearful mood.

Rex doesn't show any mercy at all. His fists reach to the man's flesh, and even pierce into his bones.
The man who screams miserably at the beginning now falls silent. His face is swollen as he looks at
the man's fist. He is in too much pain to make a sound.

The fear at the beginning turns into the desire to live.

"I'm sorry. I don't dare to do it anymore. Let me go...."



"Let you go?" Rex seems to have heard a joke, and his gaze is filled with rage which can turn
everything in the room into ashes. "Don't you ever think of letting her go when you drive her out?"


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