A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 430 Beating Wesley

Chapter 430: Chapter 430 Beating Wesley

Melanie, with Fu Yanhe in tow, found Wesley lounging by the pool in the backyard surrounded by beauties, flirting with them.

Standing at a distance, Melanie tensed her body and pointed toward Wesley, "Fu, that man there is my brother."

She stiffened her neck, slightly tilting her head towards him, "I’ve brought you to him, can I go now?"

Fu Yanhe’s expression was stern as he lifted his hand, making a gesture to release her.

Yi Fang, who had been holding a wooden gun to her head, grinned sheepishly and retracted it, "Sorry, Princess Haman, it was urgent, my apologies."

Melanie felt both stifled and humiliated, yet she dared not show any emotion on her face, only managing a smile uglier than crying.

"I understand."

Fu Yanhe didn’t bother with her anymore, leading Yi Fang to Wesley’s front.

As Wesley was pucker up, receiving kisses from a beauty, a tall and handsome young man suddenly stood in front of him.

His face was displeased, and he arrogantly flicked his foot, "Hey, don’t you know whose turf this is? Get out!"

Fu Yanhe did not move. He took out his phone, pulled up a photo of Shen Yanhe, and handed it to him, asking emotionlessly, "Have you seen this woman? Where is she?"

Wesley glanced at the photo on the phone, his gaze narrowing slightly.

Wasn’t this woman just taken away by his father’s men?

So...

This man, was he the partner she had mentioned? And now that he discovered she was missing, he had come looking?

Thoughts racing through his mind, Wesley raised his head and sized up Fu Yanhe with a scornful gaze.

The man in front was handsome, but he was neither taller nor stronger than him, clearly a delicate pretty-boy.

Wesley wondered how she could possibly be interested in him.

Wesley jiggled his leg, chin slightly lifted, and challenged, "Even if I saw her, so what? Why should I tell you where she is?"

Fu Yanhe calmly replied, "Tell me where she is, and I can give you what you want."

Wesley scoffed, his voice thick with mockery, "Hahaha, don’t bite your tongue with your big talk. Who do you think you are? You’ll give me what I want?"

His eyes filled with malice, he provocatively asked, "What if I wanted the Haman throne, could you give me that too?"

Fu Yanhe replied indifferently, "Yes, if you tell me where she is."

Wesley laughed louder, not believing for a second that Fu Yanhe had the vast powers necessary to make his father hand over the throne.

The man before him was just boasting.

"Then I’ve changed my mind." Wesley suddenly stopped laughing, gave Fu Yanhe a contemptuous smile, and maliciously said, "Get on your knees and beg me like a dog, and I’ll tell you where this woman is."

Yi Fang immediately got angry, "You’re seeking death!"

Wesley ignored Yi Fang, looking at Fu Yanhe and sneered, "What about it, will you kneel?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes, dark as pitch, remained calm as he stared at Wesley for a second.

The next second, he suddenly swung his fist, smashing it into Wesley’s face.

With a loud "bang."

Wesley’s cheek deformed under the immense force; his front teeth flew out, and blood splattered.

His body tumbled off the chair.

The beauties sitting next to him screamed and scattered.

Wesley cried out in agony, his face red and swollen. He clutched his swollen cheek, both shocked and furious, "Audacity! You have the audacity! Do you know who I am! How dare you strike me!"

"Where’s the guard! Guards, come quick! I’ll kill them! Kill them all!"

He had lost his front teeth, his mouth bloody, speaking with a lisp, appearing extremely disgraceful, a stark contrast to his earlier arrogance.

Fu Yanhe slowly rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, swinging his fist again.

He struck with a vengeance, each punch landing hard with no restraint whatsoever.

Melanie, standing not far away, shivered as she watched Fu Yanhe’s ruthless and merciless demeanor.

She had seen Fu Yanhe’s gentle and elegant demeanor.

She had seen Fu Yanhe’s tender and gentle demeanor.

She had seen Fu Yanhe’s courteous and reserved demeanor.

But she had never seen this cruel and merciless side of Fu Yanhe before.

Even though his face was expressionless while hitting Wesley, Melanie truly felt that he could kill Wesley.

At that moment, her love for him gradually dissipated, replaced by fear of Fu Yanhe.

Melanie wanted to step forward and say something, but her feet felt nailed to the ground, unable to move, so she could only watch helplessly.

Wesley felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered by Fu Yanhe, crying out in pain, and screaming in terror for the guard.

But despite his screams for a minute, the guards who were usually on standby nearby did not come.

Being pampered as usual, Wesley couldn’t bear being beaten up like this and barely a minute later, he clutched his head and yelled loud, "Stop hitting! Stop! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you where that woman is!"

Fu Yanhe kicked him over, his shoe pressing on his hand, his gaze flat and undisturbed, "Speak."

"Ow, ow, ow! Move your foot first!" Wesley cried out, reaching out his other hand that wasn’t pinned down trying to move Fu Yanhe’s foot.

But no matter how hard he tried, Fu Yanhe didn’t budge and even pressed down harder.

Having no other choice, Wesley quickly said through the pain, "I indeed saw the woman you mentioned, but I don’t know where she went, only that she was taken away by an Eastern man."

"That Eastern man said, he was working for my father! If you want to know where she was taken, you can ask my father! That’s all I know! Please let me go!"

All this ruckus had erupted.

King Harrman, who was about to enjoy the ’miracle drug’ brought by Weizhi in his room, was naturally startled.

Just as he arrived with his people, he happened to hear Wesley’s last statement.

King Harrman frowned, quickly stepped forward, and kicked Wesley, rescuing him from under Fu Yanhe’s foot, reprimanding, "Nonsense, when did I ever send someone to kidnap a woman?"

Wesley rolled to the side, clutching his stomach and moaning.

King Harrman looked at his injuries, his heart aching immensely, he turned and frowned at Fu Yanhe, "Fu, is there a misunderstanding here? I have never sent anyone after your wife."

Feeling wronged, Wesley clamored, "But that Eastern man really said so, he works for you, he even told me to ask you!"

Upon hearing this, King Harrman’s mind flashed through several faces, and he felt a sudden twinge in his heart.

Could it be, Weizhi’s people did this?

But why would they kidnap Fu’s wife?

Fu Yanhe’s gaze lightly landed on King Harrman and Wesley, and for the first time, his unemotive face broke into a slight smile.

The words he spoke, however, sent chills down King Harrman’s spine.

"If I can’t find my wife, I’ll blow up your city."

"Alexander Rudd, you have to believe that I am capable of it."