Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 214: Beaten Up

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Beaten Up

Declan Summers stood in front of the washbasin, turned on the faucet to wash his hands, and gave him a faint glance through the mirror.

Alexander Forrest nodded, "Yeah, don’t you think Serena Summers is pretty?"

"Are you pursuing her just because she’s beautiful?" Declan Summers slowly turned his head to look at him.

"Women, they’re just things to pass the time. If you fancy one, you get her and have some fun, once you’re bored, you switch to another." Alexander Forrest turned off the faucet, shook the water from his hands, looking disdainful.

Declan Summers clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together from the effort to restrain himself.

Not hearing Declan’s voice, Alexander Forrest slowly turned his head, only to see Declan’s face ominously dark, causing Alexander to be momentarily stunned.

"What? Is Mr. Summers also interested in that woman? If you don’t mind, we can compete fairly," Alexander Forrest pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands clean.

Before Declan could speak, he leaned in, lowering his voice, "Or... does Mr. Summers enjoy playing together? Three people isn’t impossible. Serena Summers is pretty, that figure, that face... must taste extremely sweet."

He was imagining the delightful scene of getting Serena Summers in his mind when suddenly he heard a whoosh by his ear.

What followed was a fist landing firmly on his face, twisting it sideways.

Before Alexander Forrest could react, Declan Summers lifted his foot and kicked him in the body.

Declan didn’t hold back his strength; he directly kicked him to the ground.

"Ah!" Alexander Forrest held his sore abdomen, his eyes wide with shock as he stared unbelievably at Declan Summers.

Declan’s face was dark, like dripping ink; he lifted his foot and walked step by step towards Alexander Forrest.

Sensing danger, Alexander Forrest didn’t care about the pain; he kept moving back until his body hit the wall with nowhere to retreat.

Declan flinched his clenched fist, his knuckles cracking, his gaze lowered, casting a contemptuous look at him.

"Mr. Summers, this is a film set, what on earth do you intend to do?"

Another punch landed, with no restraint, Alexander Forrest’s head felt dizzy as a grim voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Serena Summers is my little sister! How dare you lay hands on her? Want to die?"

Alexander Forrest was completely dumbfounded.

Serena Summers... Declan’s sister? How is that possible?

Isn’t Declan’s sister Grace Summers?

Serena Summers, Declan Summers, they share the last name Summers.

It was like something in his mind exploded, and everything became clear in an instant.

He was aware of the Summers Family’s true and false heiress issue but had never really paid attention to it.

It turned out, the true heiress of the Summers Family was Serena Summers!

That bitch Grace Summers, knowing that Declan was on set, still let him approach Serena, wasn’t this deliberately harming him?

He hugged his head, curled up his body, and pleaded miserably, "Stop hitting me! Mr. Summers, please stop, I beg you..."

But Declan seemed to be possessed, not showing any of his usual gentleness, his deep eyes filled with savage colors.

His fists rained down like raindrops on the body, Alexander Forrest screamed in pain.

The noise was so loud that it disturbed the crew outside.

When they rushed in, they found Declan Summers beating Alexander Forrest like a madman.

They exchanged looks and hurriedly rushed in to intervene.

With the help of several men, Alexander Forrest finally escaped the torment.

Yet, his handsome face was now swollen red, curled up on the ground, groaning with pain.

After Serena Summers and Claire Tanner finished their scene, they noticed a crowd gathered in the direction of the washroom.

She looked curiously and saw Adrian Shaw walking out from inside, his complexion looking very ugly.

"What happened?" Serena Summers asked with confusion.

Adrian Shaw glanced at her and slowly shook his head, "Nothing, sister-in-law. Have you finished filming? Go sit down and take a break. I guess we won’t be able to shoot anymore today."

"Can’t film anymore? Why is that?"

Soon, Serena Summers learned what had happened from the crew members.

It turned out that Declan Summers and Alexander Forrest had an argument in the restroom, and for some reason, they started fighting.

It was said that Alexander Forrest was beat up pretty badly and had been taken to the hospital.

The film set was in chaos, Vincent Carter gave a few instructions and then followed to the hospital.

Declan Summers walked out from the restroom and came to Serena Summers.

His clothes were a bit wrinkled, but it did not affect his handsome and stylish appearance.

At least superficially, he didn’t seem to be hurt.

"Stay away from Alexander Forrest in the future. He means you no good."

Serena Summers looked up in surprise, not quite able to react for a moment. What did he mean by that?

Why would he suddenly tell her these things?

Was it related to the fight in the restroom?

However, no one answered these questions for her.

Declan Summers knew that Serena Summers disliked him, so after giving her a brief warning, he left.

He knew it was wrong to behave like that as a public figure, but he couldn’t contain himself in the moment, and he had no regrets.

Serena Summers had already suffered so much, and all that suffering was caused by their so-called family.

As her brother, he had recognized his mistakes. Therefore, he would not allow anyone to bully Serena Summers.

That was one of the few things he could do for Serena Summers.

...

At the hospital, Alexander Forrest underwent a full-body checkup. Apart from the serious injuries on his face, the rest were just minor injuries.

Vincent Carter sat in front of him, his gaze sweeping over Alexander, and he asked indifferently, "What exactly happened this afternoon? Why did Declan Summers beat you?"

"I... how should I know!" Alexander Forrest’s gaze darted around, not daring to meet Vincent Carter’s eyes.

Vincent Carter’s presence was overpowering, and those eyes seemed like they could see through everything, making one’s heart stir with trepidation.

Alexander Forrest leaned back in his chair, his entire face medicated and wrapped in a bandage, only his eyes, nostrils, and mouth visible.

Eerily, Declan Summers’ threat echoed in his ears again, "The words you said earlier, I’ve recorded them. If you’re smart, you’ll know what you can talk about and what you better not say."

Alexander Forrest shivered violently, shaking his head desperately and clenching his teeth, refusing to say a word.

Vincent Carter couldn’t get anything more out of him, so he stopped asking.

If the person who was beaten didn’t want to pursue the matter, why should he wade into this muddy water?

However, Vincent Carter always felt that this matter had something to do with Serena Summers.

If that was really the case... considering Alexander Forrest’s behavior in the past few days, it wasn’t hard to guess why Declan Summers had lashed out at him.

He lowered his eyes to hide the chill within them and stood up slowly from the chair, "You better rest well. The day after tomorrow is the day for the costume photo shoot. With your face..."

Alexander Forrest covered his face, feeling both wronged and angry, utterly suffocated.

And yet, he had nowhere to vent his frustration.

He said in a muffled voice, "You guys go ahead and shoot, just photoshop my face in later."