The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 47

About thirty seconds later, Lancer replied, "Boss, we tracked his purchase records and found that he checked into a presidential suite in Pauley Hotel about ten minutes ago. Shall I send our men—"

Kingsley didn't let him finish his words, hanging up as soon as he got what he needed and sped away.

Meanwhile, Yulia was lying in a massive, luxurious bed with her eyes shut and lips parted. She had fallen into a deep coma inside the presidential suite of Pauley's Hotel, which was located on the highest floor.

On the other hand, Caleb sat by the bed, swirling the glass of red wine in his hand as he leered at Yulia's shapely figure as though he was admiring a breathtaking ancient Greek statue.

"Connor is really brilliant!" He licked his lips and mumbled, "Ansley is a f*eking stunner. Just looking at her makes my blood go crazy!"

With that, he loosened his necktie with one hand, then tugged his collar left and right. "You won't take a couch casting, eh, b*tch? Well, that's going to change today!"

Then, he downed the entire glass of red wine before throwing it onto the high-end carpet beneath his feet.

As he breathed heavily, he ripped her top open, sending its buttons flying.

"Gorgeous..."

However, just as he wanted to admire that smooth, porcelain-like skin, a thunderous boom came from the entrance.

"What's going on?! Who the f*ck dares interrupt my fun?!" Caleb roared as he sat up with displeasure, but in a split second, his face turned grim, and an ominous feeling rose within him.

How could someone still barge in when he had stationed dozens of bodyguards at the entrance?!

With that, he put on a shirt hastily and ran out of the bedroom on crutches.

As soon as he arrived by the couch in the living room, he found the grand double door wide open, and one of it was even on the verge of unhinging!

The discovery left Caleb appalled. Pauley Hotel was a five-star establishment, and the door to the presidential suite was not one that mere human strength could ram open!

At that, he called out to his chief security, "Logan? What's going on? Logan?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man in a suit was chucked through the door.

Slam! He landed hard on the floor!

This man was none other than Caleb's chief security—Logan Wade!

"What happened?! Where are the others?!" Caleb was terror-stricken.

"They... All of them... are down," Logan coughed up blood, speaking weakly, "Young Master... run... hurry..."

The next second, he passed out.

Caleb was so frightened that his legs shook

involuntarily.

Logan and all of his bodyguards were veterans, and each of them could hold off ten ordinary people. However, they were all down! This could only mean that whoever arrived had brought over a hundred backup!

"W-Who in the world?!"

He retreated step by step, thinking about who it could be.

However, he couldn't tell which big shot he had offended no matter how hard he tried.

In the next second, a tall figure entered the room under his horrified gaze.

Tap, tap, tap... His every single step seemed to have landed on his heart.

"I-It's you?!" How could Caleb ever forget that face? The man standing before him was none other than the one who had ruined his father's birthday banquet, Kingsley!

"Y-You're here alone?!" he asked as his eyes widened with incredulity.

He had a hard time believing that Kingsley was able to single-handedly knock his elite guards out cold.

Meanwhile, Kingsley strode over to Caleb and grabbed him by the collar, roaring, "Where's Yulia?!"

Malice exuded from him, enveloping his body like an enraged lion.

Blood drained from Caleb's face, and he was terror-stricken as he pointed to the bedroom with shaky hands. "S-She's... in there..."

With that, Kingsley lifted Caleb with one hand like he was lifting a puppy and dashed to the bedroom.

The distance from the living room to the bedroom was only a few yards, but to Kingsley, it felt like miles away.

How is Yulia? Did the b*stard defile her? Is she hurt? Scared?

Hundreds and thousands of thoughts surged in his mind like roaring waves.

He had braced himself for what he might face, but as soon as he saw Yulia lying on the bed in a disheveled manner, he still couldn't hold back his rage.

"How dare you?!" Kingsley roared and slammed Caleb to the floor, then stomped his right foot on the latter's manhood.

"Ah!" The pain was so excruciating that Caleb's howl didn't sound human.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.