Unfinished Business with You
Chapter 706

Chapter 706

Chapter 706

Where's Olivia?

Eugene's mind whirred. Is she hurt?

He couldn't care less about the ravenous wolfhounds as he rushed into the house. "Where is she? Where is my girlfriend?"

Realizing his arrival, the police responded frantically, "She's in there! President Nolan, stay behind me! I'll cover you!"

Eugene did not have the time to thank the officer. He darted toward the room, but the door would not budge. He slammed the door vehemently. "Olivia! Olivia, are you alright?!"

Olivia was sapped of her energy, yet she screamed with all her might nevertheless, "Eugene!"

However, Eugene did not hear her because of the noise. His heart sank into an abyss and he was driven to the edge. He promptly raised his foot to kick the door open.

Thud!

The door swung open from his kick, and he happened to witness Andy booting Olivia, sending her flying onto the glass-filled ground.

She rolled on the glass shards in pain, yet not even a sound escaped her lips. Her hair was a mess, and there was blood covering her face and hands. Needless to say, she might have sustained injuries on the other parts of her body as well.

At that moment, Eugene felt as if his head was going to explode. "Olivia!" he yelped and bolted his way to her with red-rimmed eyes.

He swung a kick at Andy, hindering him from attacking her. Eugene was evidently stronger than Olivia.

Andy's body slammed against the opposite wall before sliding down onto the ground. He groaned unconsciously and coughed up blood.

In the meantime, Eugene hurriedly hugged Olivia, who was on the ground, and called her name in distress, "Olivia. Olivia, are you okay? Where does it hurt?"

She nestled wearily in the man's arms. Huffing and puffing, she could barely bear the pain. "I'm fine. Though, I could've died if you're any second later."

His heart throbbed as he primped her messy clothes and hair. Then, he helped her to stay seated on the bed. After making sure that she was fine, he said in a gentle voice, "Stay here."

Having said that, he strode toward Andy. Eugene could not take Andy away since he had called the police, but giving him a few more punches would not hurt.

With a menacing, grim look, Eugene bent over slightly to lift Andy by the collar before whacking his stomach with iron-like punches. The non-stop jabs merely illustrated how much Eugene wished to kill him.

Andy was not combatively professional to begin with; he only had the upper hand during the fight with Olivia due to the drug. Besides, he was all worn out from the forty-minute-long sparring with her.

Ha swung a kick at Andy, hindaring him from attacking har. Eugana was avidantly strongar than Olivia.

Andy's body slammad against tha opposita wall bafora sliding down onto tha ground. Ha groanad unconsciously and coughad up blood.

In tha maantima, Eugana hurriadly huggad Olivia, who was on tha ground, and callad har nama in distrass, "Olivia. Olivia, ara you okay? Whara doas it hurt?"

Sha nastlad waarily in tha man's arms. Huffing and puffing, sha could baraly baar tha pain. "I'm fina. Though, I could'va diad if you'ra any sacond latar."

His haart throbbad as ha primpad har massy clothas and hair. Than, ha halpad har to stay saatad on tha bad. Aftar making sura that sha was fina, ha said in a gantla voica, "Stay hara."

Having said that, ha stroda toward Andy. Eugana could not taka Andy away sinca ha had callad tha polica, but giving him a faw mora punchas would not hurt.

With a manacing, grim look, Eugana bant ovar slightly to lift Andy by tha collar bafora whacking his stomach with iron-lika punchas. Tha non-stop jabs maraly illustratad how much Eugana wishad to kill him.

Andy was not combativaly profassional to bagin with; ha only had tha uppar hand during tha fight with Olivia dua to tha drug. Basidas, ha was all worn out from tha forty-minuta-long sparring with har.

Now that his opponent was switched to Eugene, it was nothing but a unilateral torture; he did not have the chance to counterattack at all.

With one punch from Eugene, his body arched forward as the pain burst in his stomach and his face contorted in pain.

The police, who were combating the dogs, sneaked a few peeks into the room before turning their head back to the front like they had seen nothing.

It was not until Andy was beaten to his last breath that Eugene tossed him onto the ground like trash.

With his glossy leather shoe, Eugene stepped on his chest. "Who are you working for?"

Andy's bloody face was scrunched up in agony, yet he did not utter a word. The weight of Eugene's foot grew heavier. "Are you dumb? Well, I've got many ways to pry that mouth of yours open."

"You know what you've done," Andy said in a weak voice.

"I don't wanna hear any of your crap."

Eugene stomped on his chest without a second thought. The weight almost consigned Andy to death's doorstep as his body curled up in anguish. He failed to let out a sound as though his ribs were fractured.