The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1170

"We've got nineteen of them. We'll have the rest by noon tomorrow."

"I'm on my way."

As soon as Clark hung up the phone, he called over the couple of staff who had recently been taking care of Carol at home.

"Keep an eye on her. If any emergency happens, contact me immediately."

"Understood, Mr. Collins."

Clark sped to confront the scum, fists clenched, ready to beat them senseless.

Perhaps his fists weren't enough.

Clark used everything within his reach to hammer into them relentlessly.

"Spare us, please," one of them pleaded, "We were just following orders."

"Did your bosses order you to touch her?"

"N-no."

"She's just a defenseless girl. Why couldn't you leave her alone?"

Clark picked up a chair and smashed it onto the man. The chair splintered upon impact.

The man was drenched in blood, looking up at Clark with fear in his eyes, wanting to back away but lacking the strength to do so.

Clark grabbed him again, beating him over and over.

"You wanted trouble with me? Well, here I am. Come at me."

Clark proceeded to give them a thorough beatdown.

"Any man who lays a hand on a woman is no man at all."