You Are My Mr Right

The phone call came from Luna. She rarely called him first. Since returning to Stratos City, she hadn’t initiated contact with him at all. So, it was quite unexpected for her to call him now. Zane was genuinely surprised. If it were any other time, he would have seized the chance to have a good chat with Luna. But not now.

“Luna, if you have something to say, let’s talk later. I’m busy right now.”

“What are you busy with?”

“I’m busy beating someone up. I can’t talk to you right now. I’ll contact you later. Gotta go.”

He hung up before she could say anything else.

On the other end, Luna was bewildered.

Zane was young, he wouldn’t do anything extreme or illegal, right?

She immediately called again.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

But Zane only wanted to beat someone up right now, so he didn’t answer the phone. He found it annoying and decided to turn it off.

Luna, having been hung up on, continued to call.

But all she got was the sound of the phone being turned off.

She started to panic a little.

…

Evan’s men led Zane into a dimly lit room. The room had poor visibility, with no windows. There were walls on all sides, except for a single iron door. With a click, someone pressed a switch, and the lights turned on. Zane saw Thorne, his hands bound.

The sudden burst of light made Thorne close his eyes. After being in the darkness for a long time, he couldn’t adjust to the overly bright light. He couldn’t open his eyes, so he squinted and looked towards the door. Realizing that it wasn’t Elijah, he sneered, “Where’s Elijah? Is he dead or alive? He was pushed away by Freya back then, so he shouldn’t be dead, right? Is he here mourning for Freya now?”

He chuckled mockingly, “I really want to see him cry.”

Zane’s anger flared up, “You’re about to die, yet you still talk big. Today, if I don’t beat you to a pulp, your parents won’t even recognize you. My surname isn’t Stone!”

Thorne scoffed disdainfully, “Who are you? What’s with the strange noises? Are you an animal? Oh right, an animal doesn’t have a last name…”

Thorne knew his current situation. He wouldn’t be spared even if he begged on his knees. Since that was the case, why should he grovel? Fighting back would at least make him feel better.

Zane was already furious, and this provocation made him charge forward, grabbing Thorne by the hair and smashing his head against the wall behind him.

A dull thud sounded.

Thorne’s head instantly felt dizzy. His vision blurred, and before he could recover, Zane straddled him, raining blows on his face. Each hit was sharper than the last. Thorne went from pain to numbness, feeling like it had been an eternity. Zane’s hand even hurt from the slaps.

Thorne’s face turned red and swollen. He was unrecognizable. But Zane wasn’t satisfied. He stood up and kicked Thorne several times.

“You’re no good. If you have the guts, kill me,” Thorne spat out a mouthful of blood. He realized that Zane was easily provoked.

This impulsive man only brought advantages to him. Because he knew that if he fell into Elijah’s hands, Elijah would torture him beyond belief. Being tormented and humiliated in speech was worse than dying by Zane’s fists.

Zane was furious. Was Thorne mocking his punches for not being strong enough?

Didn’t they hurt? How could he tolerate this?

Absolutely not!

Zane wanted to find a weapon, but this room was empty, with nothing inside. With bloodshot eyes, he grabbed Thorne’s collar and repeatedly smashed his head. He himself was also hit, and his vision turned black. The guards in charge of watching them shook their heads in disbelief.

Was he resorting to such a foolish method of fighting?

Clearly, he was an amateur.

Xander came over and took Zane away upon seeing the situation. Thorne couldn’t escape, and there was no hurry to deal with him at the moment. There were more important matters to attend to.

“What did you say?” Zane felt like he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

They weren’t playing a trick on him, were they?