Ah~~

"Help!"

Rogerm lay on his side on the ground, holding his head in his hands.

Feeling the dense rain of fists pounding on his face and body, he cried out in pain.

"Bang~"

"Buzz—"

In the struggle, a leather shoe kicked him hard in the cheek, and Roger, whose face was covered in paint, felt a buzzing in his head.

As the salty blood stained his vision, his eyesight began to blur.

Rogerm, in excruciating pain, then realized it.

I've been scammed...

There was no date at all.

It was the fierce bodyguard in front of him, or his girlfriend's father, billionaire senator Griffiths.

This trap was deliberately set for myself!

Roger clenched his fists, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face.

Even though he was beaten into a daze, he still tightly clutched the two boat tickets he had just bought with all his savings.

"Alright, stop. Don't kill anyone."

"Hey~ wake up~"

Then, Lias stopped his men, squatted down in front of Rogerm, who was lying on the ground in a semi-conscious state, and patted his cheek hard.

Rogerm opened his eyes and looked at the burly man squatting in front of him, his expression weak and pained.

"You're really stubborn, aren't you? You still won't beg for mercy?"

"But I like your personality; at least you're not a coward."

The Erlan man, Lias, still grinned maliciously at his "rival" lying on the ground.

When he noticed the ticket that Roger was clutching tightly in his hand, Lias reached out to pull it out.

"NO!"

"This is mine!"

Even though he was in pain all over and had begun to show symptoms of concussion, Rogerm still clung tightly to his ticket.

"open!"

Lias frowned and forcefully pried open Roger's fingers one by one as he lay on the ground.

"Haha, keep it up, boss."

"I didn't expect this kid to have so much strength."...

Seeing that Rogerm still had the strength to clench his fist, the burly men standing around him launched into another round of sarcastic remarks.

But even with his body covered in wounds, he still couldn't stop Lias.

The other person pried open his right hand, took out the ticket, and examined it closely.

"Oh my god, a ticket for 478 pounds, Roger, did you make a fortune?"

"That's at least a week's salary for you, right?"

Lias waved the ticket in his hand and sneered at the clown lying on the ground with his face covered in greasepaint.

"Give it back to me!"

Rogerm tried to struggle to his feet to grab his ticket back.

"Bang~"

Seeing this, a burly man standing nearby kicked him in the head again.

Before Rogerm could raise his head again, the other person stepped on his head.

"You want the boat ticket? Okay, here you go."

"Sizzle—"

"Sizzle—"

As he spoke, Lias coldly tore the two tickets in his hand into pieces.

No! No!

"My ticket!"

"Please, give it back to me..."

As Roger lay on the ground with his head being stepped on, his heart seemed to shatter along with the two ship tickets.

He was like a fish caught on shore, his mouth opening and closing silently as he cried out.

Tears, stained with blood, slid down her cheeks.

What the other person tore up was his last glimpse of his beloved girlfriend.

"I'm warning you, from today onwards, you are not allowed to contact Miss Elizabeth even once!"

"They're not even allowed to stand in the street and catch a glimpse of her!"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be so lucky tonight!"

After casually tossing a handful of shattered pieces at Rogerm, his bodyguard Lias threatened him menacingly.

"Oh, right."