The Hidden Heir Returns

Before I could even speak after the call connected, a security guard snatched the phone away.

"You dare call for backup! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Several security guards intensified their assault and Jacob and Ronan joined in the beating.

Just as I was about to be beaten to death, someone ran out of the venue.

She reached me and shouted, "Stop! Stop hitting him! Stop it now!"

I just felt my blood surge and I suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Julia, dressed in her wedding gown, ran over, but went straight past me and took Jacob's hand.

"Honey ~ what happened to your hand? It's so red!"

She asked someone to quickly bring a first-aid kit and bandaged Jacob's hand.

Jacob looked down at me.

"Wifey ~ this guy insisted he was your husband and even dared to hit me. I couldn't help but get angry, so I fought back and my hand is red from knocking him!"

Several security guards and Ronan nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Ms. Schmidt, this random man who appeared out of nowhere, tried to attack your husband!"

Julia squatted down, looking at my bruised and swollen face.

She slapped me hard and yelled. "Finley, how dare you hit my husband?"

I froze and stared at her in disbelief.

We had been married for three years and her whole family had lived off me. And now they dare hit me?

Jacob spat on me, cursing viciously.

"You damned bastard! You practically begged to be her husband and got rejected. Now you've got what you deserve!"

Julia nestled in his arms, her face beaming with sweetness.

"Honey, today is our big day, don't let dirty things ruin our mood!"

My heart sank to the bottom.

Before I left for my business trip abroad, Julia looked at me with reluctance and asked when I would be back. Now, right in front of me, she was openly leaning against another man!

Just as I was swaying as I stood up, Jacob kicked me to the ground again.

He looked at the security guards and ordered. "What are you all standing there for? Keep beating him!"

The security guards then snapped out of their daze and surrounded me again.

Just then, the hotel manager came over and asked, "What's going on? Isn't today Mr. Schmidt's wedding?"

I was overjoyed. Our Schmidt Group had invested in this hotel and my company had also partnered with this hotel before, the manager had met me before.

"Mr. Watson, I'm Finley Schmidt. My wife is secretly holding a wedding with another man and I'm here to see what's going on."

"They not only humiliated me, but they also beat me! Please call the police for me immediately!"

The manager, Sean Watson, saw my injuries all over my body and had a pale face.

"This is a hotel, not a place for you to commit crimes!"

"Have you no regard for the law for beating someone up in the hotel lobby?"

I stood behind Sean, staring intently at Jacob and Julia.

Julia walked over to Sean and whispered something. In an instant, he turned around, glaring at me.

"Finley, I never imagined you'd insist on chasing after someone's wife."

"Your shitty little company's partnership with our hotel is canceled!"

He then gestured to several security guards.

"People with low morals should be punished severely, otherwise they won't learn their lesson!"

After saying that, he retreated to the back of the crowd, looking like he was watching a good show.

I was incredulous and about to ask him what was going on when Jacob grabbed me by the collar.

"Finley, don't you insist on being my wife's big licking dog!"

"Now, kneel down and lick the mud off the soles of our shoes, then bow a hundred times! If I'm in a better mood, I might let you go."

Several security guards pounced on me instantly, pinning my shoulders and pushing me to the ground.

Seeing me refusing to kneel, they struck my legs with stun guns. My legs went numb from the beatings, forcing me to kneel before Jacob and Julia.

Just as I was desperate to accept my fate, a sound suddenly came from the hotel entrance.

Everyone looked over and saw a middle-aged man from Schmidt Group, Felix Schmidt, leading dozens of uniformed bodyguards, rushing towards them in a dark mass.