Unexpectedly Sweet Flash Marriage

Chapter 130 Mr. Riley Supported His Wife and Sought Parental Intervention

Chapter 130 Mr. Riley Supported His Wife and Sought Parental Intervention

Before Adeline could even ask who the other party was, Curtis pushed his wheelchair out.

He looked at the inverted woman expressionlessly and asked, "Has the foolishness in your brain completely drained?"

"It's drained," the woman answered like a disciplined soldier.

"Apologize to Mrs. Riley," Curtis commanded.

The woman spoke like a well-trained soldier, "Mrs. Riley, I didn't do my job yesterday and failed to protect you, causing you distress. Please forgive me, Mrs. Riley."

Seeing Sara balancing on her hands, Adeline didn't know how long she had been in that position. Her face had turned pale, and her hands were trembling. With a heart full of sympathy, Adeline said, "Come down now."

"I can't. Mr. Riley hasn't given the order yet, so I can't come down," Sara responded.

Adeline looked at Curtis and said, "You should let her come down. Treating a girl like this is too over... Besides, I'm fine now."

Curtis glanced at Sara and said, "Aren't you going to thank Mrs. Riley for this?"

Sara put her feet on the ground, breathed slowly, and politely bowed to Adeline, "Thank you, Mrs. Riley." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Adeline finally got a clear look at Sara's face and said, "Oh! You're the kind-hearted person who helped me when I was surrounded by those journalists previously."

"Mrs. Riley, my name is Sara. Those are my jobs."

Curtis pointed at Sara and said, "From now on, Sara will be assigned to you. She is usually responsible for discreetly protecting you. Being a woman, it should be more convenient with her by your side."

Adeline hadn't realized that Curtis had been secretly sending a female bodyguard to protect her. She felt warmth in her heart once again.

"Alright, thank you, dear."

"You never have to be this polite to me," Curtis said warmly, looking at Adeline. However, when his gaze shifted to Sara, it turned cold as ice. He asked, "Why didn't you follow Mrs. Riley into the alleyway immediately yesterday?"

Sara's face turned pale, her hands clenched tightly, and she offered no excuses, "Mr. Riley, it was my negligence!"

Curtis frowned slightly, knowing that Sara must have encountered something.

Otherwise, with her vigilance and skills, Adeline wouldn't have been bothered by a small hoodlum.

His tone grew heavier, "Sara, remember your duty. I don't want there to be another next time!"

"Yes, Mr. Riley." Sara nodded.

Then, Curtis provided a few phone numbers to Adeline, "Steffen, Sara, Connor, and George. These are the people you can deploy at any time. They all have your number in their phones and know who you are."

Upon hearing that, Sara widened her eyes.

She thought, "Mr. Riley assigned all four of his trusted subordinates to Mrs. Riley?"

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang and Steffen entered. "Mr. Riley, everything has been arranged. Brayan is at the Java Manor."

"Good. Adeline, let's go to the Java Manor for coffee." Saying so, Curtis led Adeline, Steffen, and Sara to the café.

Adeline didn't know who Brayan was. Seeing Curtis's demeanor, it didn't seem like they were just going for coffee. It felt more like they were up to something.

She couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What are we doing here actually?"

"Seeking parental intervention! My wife was bullied, so I have to complain to their parents!"

Curtis adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge and smiled warmly.

As they reached the entrance of the private room, two black-clad bodyguards blocked their way.

"Who are you? Do you have an appointment?"

Curtis signaled Steffen with a glance, "Make an appointment with them."

As he finished speaking, two muffled thuds were heard.

The two black-clad bodyguards fell onto the ground.

Adeline was speechless.

That method of making an appointment was unique.

Steffen kicked the door open and then pushed Curtis into the room.

As Adeline entered the room, she saw seven or eight well-dressed elderly men seated around the table and all of them were looking at them.

Curtis pointed to a man who was sitting in the middle, in a black suit, and introduced him with a light smile.

"There, that's someone with the same surname as mine. To distinguish him, people call me big Mr. Riley, and he's referred to as little Mr. Riley, Brayan Riley."

Brayan, eighty-two years old that year, couldn't hide his displeasure at being introduced as "little Mr. Riley" by a junior.

Before he could say anything, he heard Curtis teasing again.

"He's also the father of Victoria. Today, I've brought you here to complain to her parent."

With that, Curtis raised his chin and looked at Brayan with a warm smile.

"Hey, old man, your daughter bullied my wife. How should we settle this matter?"

As his voice trailed off, the entire room fell silent in an instant.