Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 123

There was no bandage, and the scabs had fallen off, leaving only two tiny scars. They were invisible from a distance but noticeable up close, like tiny ink blots on a masterpiece.

A pang of guilt hit Marguerite. “It’s a shame it scarred. I got some special scar cream for Aaron. Do you want a tube to try?” She remembered him saying in the car that he was particular about his appearance.

“Yes, thank you.” Breathing in her sweet scent, George focused all his energy on keeping his voice calm and gentle, completely forgetting about the man at the door.

Outside, Joshua’s eyes burned with a fury that could have set the world on fire. He couldn’t hear their conversation, only see the scene unfolding. Fine, Marguerite, you want to play games? he thought. He holds Hannah’s hand, so she holds George’s. For a creep like George, this was the ultimate reward. Even from a distance, Joshua could see the man’s back stiffen, his other hand trembling, unsure where to rest on the sofa.

Joshua ripped his arm free from Aaron’s grasp, gave him a hard shove, and once again tried to storm into the room.

This time, a fist flew toward his face.

“Misunderstanding, my ass!” Aaron snarled. He had seen what was happening inside, too. He wasn't happy about Marguerite holding another man’s hand, but he had a mission from Theobald to complete.

The punch sent a ringing through Joshua’s head, leaving him dazed. Just as the pain registered and he was about to cry out, a hand clamped over his mouth. He whipped his head around to see a kid he didn’t recognize, who grinned at him.

“What are you looking at? We’re here to collect.”

Together, they dragged the struggling Joshua into the nearby stairwell. Joshua was a grown man, but the strength of two teenagers in their prime was not to be underestimated. Besides, Aaron and Yellow had spent years honing their fighting skills in the slums and at school. Joshua, on the other hand, indulged in smoking and drinking, and his body was paying the price.

In the dim stairwell, Aaron gave Joshua a thorough beating.

Powerless to fight back, Joshua hissed through gritted teeth, “You’re dead! If I call the cops, you’re going to jail!”

He took out his phone and messaged Theobald.

[Theobald, mission accomplished.]

Theobald’s stoic expression broke into a smile. [How’d you do it?] His only instruction had been to keep Joshua from talking to Marguerite.

Aaron replied: [I beat him until he couldn’t talk.]

Theobald: [?]