Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 1739

“A slap, you say?” Mitchel said with a sneer.

He then withdrew a thick wad of cash from his wallet and slapped Mr.

Barker across the face with it.

“Consider this the payment for a couple more slaps.

”

With that, he took Marlowe’s hand and led her away.

Mr.

Barker stood frozen in place, his anger boiling over as he violently smashed everything within his grasp.

His friends, who were still lingering in the room, rushed to his side in an attempt to console him.

However, his temper was infamously volatile.

When provoked, he would even lash out at his own friends, his words sharp with venom.

Unable to endure his hostility any longer, his friends all stormed out.

After several moments of labored breathing, he noticed the business card that had slipped from his pocket.

Resolute to uncover the identity of the person earlier and confront him about his brazen actions, he bent over with puffy eyes and strained to read the print on the card.

“Chadwick Group, Mitchel Chadwick!” he shouted.

A sinking feeling overwhelmed him.

Something was amiss.

He quickly lowered his head to read the card again.

His mind went blank, and his body started to tremble uncontrollably.

It was indeed the Chadwick Group on the card-a name that echoed dominance over half the pharmaceutical industry in Eleymond.

While he himself was involved in the medical equipment business and had established several large factories, his operations paled in comparison to the might of the Chadwick Group.

“This can’t be real.

This just can’t be real,” he muttered to himself.

He shut his eyes and thumped his head against the wall twice, trying desperately to clear his mind.

Then, lowering his gaze, he read the business card for the third time.

It was from the Chadwick Group, and the name was indeed Mitchel Chadwick.

The recognition hit Mr.

Barker Like a lightning strike, making him collapse to the floor.

His face turned pale, his eyes wide with sheer panic.

Mitchel was a marvel in brain science, a young genius whose achievements dwarfed those most could only hope to accomplish in their entire lives.

Compared to Mitchel, he was nothing.

No wonder Mitchel had brushed him off earlier.

Crossing the Chadwick Group was a huge mistake; it would only spell trouble for him.

With this thought, Mr.

Barker’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the floor.

Mitchel and Marlowe exited the bar in close succession.

Marlowe was clad in a short skirt and a thin shirt.

Outside the bar, the weather was cold.

As Marlowe stepped out, a brisk wind hit her, making her gasp and shiver violently.

Instantly, a warm overcoat draped around her shoulders, carrying a comforting scent.

With Mitchel by her side, Marlowe didn’t need to look to recognize the source of this kind gesture.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice low.

She lowered her head, her words breaking with emotion.

“If it weren’t for you today, I.

.

“ Her sentence trailed off into sobs.

Mitchel, hands in his pockets, stared off into the distance with a detached expression.

“You’re welcome.

You once saved my life.

Today, T returned the favor.

Now, we’re even.

”

Marlowe suddenly thought of something and bowed her head, as if to conceal herself, just as Mitchel posed a question.

“Are you short of money?” Mitchel looked at her.