Chapter 465

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]
Shaun pursed his thin lips before he finally started the car in silence.

They arrived at the bar very soon. Thomas, who had been waiting at the door for a long time,
immediately walked over, clutching his injured waist. “Eldest Young Master, they are still dancing inside.”

Within seconds, the three women staggered out from the pub with their arms around each other’s
shoulders. Judging from their flushed cheeks, they must have had a lot of alcohol.

“I haven’t drunk enough. Let’s keep drinking! I can do three more rounds.” Freya raised her hands high
up in the air. “I won’t go home until I’m drunk.”

“Let’s have some lobsters and wine.” Charity nodded.

Catherine agreed, “We can keep drinking at my villa until dawn.”



“Awesome! Men are sh*t! Let them go!”

“Sh*t! Goodbye!”

Shaun’s face was overcast.

Well, well, well, she even called him shit behind his back.

He walked over to pull Catherine into his arms. “Come home with me.”

He initially wanted her to stay outside for a while for fear that he would hurt her. However, it was obvious
that he could not do so.





“Who are you, and what do you think you are doing?” Catherine raised her head in a daze. After she had
a clear look at his face, the scene of Shelley lying on him giving him a massage flashed across her mind.
Suddenly, she felt nauseated and vomited all over his clothes and on the ground.



“Catherine Jones!” Shaun said through gritted teeth. He wished he could skin her alive right here and
right now.

“Eldest Young Master.” Shelley rushed over to wipe the filth off his body.

Upon seeing this, Freya rushed forward immediately to hit Shelley on the head with her purse. “You
b*tch. Why don’t you get yourself a man? How shameless of you to follow him around everywhere!”

Shelley groaned in pain.



Catherine was delighted to see this. She stepped forward, pretending to help. “Freya, don’t do this…”

Despite her words, she extended a foot out and tripped Shelley on the vomit on the ground. She even
stepped forward to stomp on the woman a few times. Shelley cried in anguished pain while she grabbed
the hem of Shaun’s pants. “Eldest Young Master, help me…”

“Enough.” Shaun helped her to her feet before he glared at the two women. “Freya, you really don’t have
any class. Catherine, take a good look at your drunk self. I told you to stay away from Charity, yet here
you are drinking with her. Why won’t you listen?”

Catherine rubbed her ears and replied scornfully, “What nonsense are you saying? I don’t understand.”

Freya chuckled. “Cathy, don’t you know? We’re less classy than them, hence we can’t communicate.”



“You’re right.”

Catherine agreed. “Let’s go.”

Shaun was infuriated to be ignored by the woman.

“Stop right there. You are my wife, and I order you to go home with me now.” Shaun grabbed her wrist
again, but this time, a dangerous intent gleamed across his gloomy eyes. “Don’t push me to my limits
again.”


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