Her Biliionaire Husband

Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 201

Chapter 201

As Miguel was abroad for a period of time, he had no idea what had happened here recently. In addition, he had returned rather late, and there were many things which the others didn’t manage to tell him on time. Therefore, he didn’t think so much before speaking and had accidentally stepped on a landmine.

Amongst the four of them, he was the oldest—a year older than Matthew—but he wasn’t as mature as him. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was running a talent agency, and that made him naturally easygoing in character. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Today, we are not talking about women.” As Matthew left for the changing room, he uttered, “Miggy, we haven’t exchanged skills for a long while. Let’s practice together.”

Even though Miguel was the eldest, Matthew preferred to call him by his nickname because there was only a year difference between them.

“Sure, I’m thinking of the same thing as well.” The ignorant Miguel stood up and went to change in the changing room.

This was their private gym with a dedicated changing room, and clothes were already prepared for them.

Seated in the lobby, Caleb shook his head while Skylar muttered, “Tsk, tsk. Caleb, do you think we should book a coffin in advance for your eldest bro?”

“Let’s call emergency services first. Maybe he still has a chance of survival,” Caleb teased as he took out a cigarette from its box and started to smoke leisurely on the couch.

A few minutes later, Matthew and Miguel stepped onto the taekwondo ring after changing into their taekwondo outfits, head protector, and taekwondo gloves. The two spectators beneath the ring, Caleb and Skylar, had a plate of watermelon and peanuts on the table in front of them as they watched in comfort.

Five minutes later, Miguel was beaten to the floor by Matthew in the ring, and he held his bleeding nose as he exclaimed, “Matthew, are you throwing real punches?”

Without a word, Matthew paced over and threw a punch at him.

Fortunately, Miguel’s skills were very good, and he rolled over on the floor to dodge his punch. Then, he did a carp kick-up and sprang to his feet. “Don’t blame me for being rough, then.”

He swung his left arm, punching at Matthew’s face, but Matthew dodged it effortlessly, and the both of them started the fight again.

Ten minutes later, Miguel was lying on the floor, holding his head as he yelped, “Damn it, Matthew! We’re just having fun. You don’t have to take it so seriously!”

“Stand up!”

Grabbing Miguel’s shirt, Matthew pulled him up and continued hitting him.

Twenty minutes later, Miguel protected his head in the ring and wanted to jump out, but Matthew didn’t give him the chance and continued to hit him violently.

Already swollen and bruised from the beating, Miguel cried out helplessly, “Caleb, Drew, are you guys blind? If you don’t save me, you’ll end up without an elder brother!”

Sitting outside the ring, Caleb and Skylar munched the peanuts in their palms and looked at each other, engrossed in a conversation.

“Oh, my. The weather today is not bad,” Skylar said.

“Oh, yes. The autumn air is very fresh. Not bad,” Caleb answered.

“That’s true. It would be a shame not to hang out outside in such weather.”

“Yeah, let’s go out someday.”

Their conversation was just filled with empty chat, and they seemed like they were full of nonsense to share, turning a deaf ear to Miguel’s cry for help in the ring.

No, how was it possible that they had deaf ears? It was simply because they were so caught up in their conversation that they ‘didn’t hear’ him.