Chapter 295
Chapter 295:
“I…” Rafael’s voice trailed off, the words stuck in his throat. He had no idea how to respond.
With such undeniable proof staring him down, the lie he had just made up seemed hopelessly weak.
Suddenly, the roar of a car engine broke the silence, echoing from outside the villa. It was clear: a sports car had just arrived.
“Let’s head downstairs,” Fernanda said, glancing at the group. “We have a visitor.”
Confusion swept over everyone’s faces as they exchanged looks, wondering who would be coming at such a late hour.
As they made their way down, the villa door swung open, and Jeff caught sight of Bobby. Bobby stood there, his face clouded with anger, as if ready to explode at any moment.
Bobby immediately zeroed in on Rafael among the group. Without uttering a single word, he stormed forward and threw a punch that connected squarely with Rafael’s face.
Rafael instinctively raised his hand to block, but it was futile. Bobby’s fist bulldozed through his palm and smashed into his nose with a sickening crunch. A sharp, searing pain shot through Rafael’s face as if his nose had been split in two. Tears stung his eyes and blurred his vision. Before he could recover, Bobby’s second punch was already inbound.
Grabbing Rafael’s collar with one hand, Bobby unleashed a relentless barrage of punches with the other, each blow aimed to pummel Rafael into submission. His fists flew with a kind of furious rhythm, as though fueled by sheer indignation.
After a few brutal strikes, Rafael finally snapped out of his daze.
When his gaze settled on his attacker, realization dawned, followed swiftly by anger.
It was Bobby—the man Ava had idolized and pursued. Jealousy ignited in Rafael like a dormant volcano erupting. Ava’s affection for Bobby had always been an unattainable dream for Rafael, a prize he coveted but could never claim.
Frustration, bottled up for far too long, burst forth. Old resentments mingled with fresh fury, and Rafael’s temper erupted like a storm breaking over calm waters.
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No longer content to be a mere punching bag, Rafael fought back.
Bobby’s excitement swelled like a storm gathering strength. Rafael had some fight in him, daring to strike back.
The two men locked horns, grappling fiercely like wild animals in a territorial clash.
Fernanda initially thought about stepping in, worried Bobby might get hurt, but it didn’t take long for her to realize Rafael was completely out of his depth.
Bobby was no stranger to a fight.
It was painfully clear to anyone watching that Rafael was flailing like a fish out of water, while Bobby’s punches landed with the precision of a seasoned boxer. Before long, Rafael’s face was a canvas of bruises and swelling.
The uproar of their brawl was loud enough to rattle the peace of those resting on the second and third floors. A crowd gathered, rushing downstairs with gasps and wide eyes, stunned by the sight of the brutal skirmish.
“That’s enough,” Fernanda commanded, stepping between them to pull Bobby away. “Don’t turn him into a corpse.”
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