Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet?

Chapter 546: Her Past

Suddenly, Laura was full of hope. She grabbed Max’s hand, begging him for help.

Now Laura did this as if she was clutching at a life-saving straw. She didn't want to lose the hope of

living at all.

Max pulled her into his arms, his gaze sweeping coldly across the faces of the crowd opposite him.

"It’s all right. I’m here."

He took off his coat and draped it around her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

Max did so because those people had ripped off some of her clothes before.

Since Laura had been covering her chest, fortunately, she hadn’t exposed herself, even if she looked

like a mess now.

The crowd standing opposite them was confused by Max, the intruder, because they didn’t know him.

They snarled, "Hey, it’s none of your business, bastard. Get the fuck out of here."

The person at the head of the crowd even pointed at Max as he spoke.

However, just as he raised his arm, that guy let out a piercing scream.

"Argh—!"

Suddenly, two bodyguards jumped out from behind Max, twisted his arm behind his back, and pinned

him against the table aside.

Shocked, the rest people stepped back, staring at him in astonishment.

"Who… Who are you?"

Max gave that man a cold stare, ignoring him.

He took Laura into his arms and said in a stern voice, "I’ll give you all two options. Either you kneel

down and apologize to her, or… whoever touches her, I’ll break his arm!"

Hardly had Max finished his words when a piercing scream was heard again as the bodyguard pushed

harder.

The group of people was appalled. They acted like thugs, but in reality, they were nothing but a bunch

of punks.

They lived by extortion and blackmail, so being a cowardly bully was what they did by instinct.

They were lucky to have met someone so vulnerable like Laura, but if they met someone tougher, they

got cold feet very easily.

After all, they could tell Max was a tough nut to crack from his bodyguards, even though they didn't

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Besides, Max came from a privileged background and exuded power, and they could tell at a glance

that he was someone they couldn't afford to offend.

All they wanted was money. Laura was a public figure who came from a humble family, so she didn't

dare to breathe a word of whatever they did to her.

But Max was different.

Therefore, the group of people started to draw back.

Seeing this, Diego got heated.

He finally got a chance today and wouldn't let it go easily. Otherwise, it’d be hard for him to get Laura

out again.

Diego chimed in at once, "Don’t listen to him, folks. There are only three of them, while we have so

many. I wonder who will lose if we fight. Hey, don’t you dare bluff your way through. No way!"

Then he turned to Laura and snarled, "Fuck! At least I’m your dad, bastard! How dare you gang up on

me with strangers? Get the fuck over here!"

Laura scowled at him.

Max was shocked to hear that.

He looked down at the woman in his arms and asked, "What did he say? He’s your dad?"

Truly, it had been a long time since adjutant Joris Davies had moved away, but in Max’s memory, Joris

didn’t look like this.

Besides, Joris had a military background and he was a courteous and upright man, and would never do

something disgraceful like this.

So what was going on?

Laura explained with a grim face, "He’s my foster father."

She was speaking in a low voice, but Max heard each of her words distinctly.

Astonished, he stared at Laura in disbelief.

The two of them had spent a lot of time together these days. Max thought he knew her family very well,

and besides, he respected her, so he had never looked into her background secretly.

Max didn't even ask her how her life had been or how she had grown up during these years.

He always believed that Laura had grown up ordinarily like anyone else on this planet.

He never expected her to have a… foster father?

If that man really was her foster father, then where was Joris?

Where had he gone?

Max was full of doubts now, but he could only hold himself back at this moment because now was not

the right time to ask her about it.

Max held Laura in his arms and warned the rascal opposite him, "I don’t care who you are, but from

now on, if you dare to come after her again, don't blame me for being too hard on you!"

The moment Max finished speaking, the two bodyguards behind him took a step forward.

After all, they were professionally trained, and they served as a deterrent by simply standing there with

a poker face.

Among the bunch of punks across from them, there were some not buying it, but they also knew it

would do no good to them if they escalated this, so they remained silent.

At last, Max left with his arm around Laura.

…

Silence hung heavily in the car.

Max’s bodyguards were in another car behind him, while Max was in his car with Laura and the driver.

Laura’s clothes were torn, and now she was wearing Max’s coat. And this was the car he normally

used, so Laura felt as if she was wrapped around a fine net of his scent.

Dispirited, Laura had mixed feelings right now.

After a long time, she finally asked.

"Isn’t there anything you want to ask me about?"

Max moved his eyes from out of the window to her upon hearing that.

Little emotion was shown on his delicate and handsome face, but Laura could tell he was guilty and

sad.

Her heart missed a beat.

"When did that happen?"

Max asked in a husky voice.

Staring at him, Laura didn’t quite understand what he was referring to.

Max explained, "When did Mr. Davies pass away?"

Laura was surprised to hear that question.

Now she thought back carefully, and Laura realized she had never mentioned her father’s death to

Max, and that with his personality, he wouldn't just look into her past.

Therefore, Laura asked in confusion, "How did you know my father passed away?"

Whether his self-mocking or his mocking others, made Max give a sneer.

"If Mr. Davies was still alive, he wouldn’t have allowed that scum to treat you like this."

Laura was lost for words.

The reason might seem obvious, but sometimes, those closely involved wouldn’t realize it or see it

clearly.

But at a certain moment, an outsider would be keenly aware of it and bring it up, which would touch a

raw nerve of the insider’s.

Laura forced a smile. "He passed away when I was very young. I think I was ten."

Max knit his brows.