Chapter 2

She was a beautiful lady with a great body, and he wondered why she would end up with a poor man like Cage.

“Don’t you think this contract should be discussed more privately between us?” Mr. Augustus asked Lucy, his lips curled cockily.

Lucy was packing her things, ready to leave, while Cage was still attending to him. It seemed intentional on Mr. Augustus's part, wanting to humiliate Cage further.

“What do you mean by that, sir?” Lucy asked, looking perplexed. She didn't know the extent of the man’s shamelessness anymore.

“You know what I’m saying, Lucy. Don’t act naive,” Mr. Augustus replied with a mischievous smile, while Cage swallowed hard.

He must have thought so little of him to discuss this right in his presence. There was no dignity left in him, and Mr. Augustus seemed keen to provoke Cage more.

“If the company needed an investor that badly, they can do that without her help,” Cage interjected, seeing how boldly Mr. Augustus behaved even in his presence.

“Cage, stop it! Don’t add more salt to the wound,” Lucy cut Cage off. She was already hurt, and his interference would only exacerbate things.

He should just be quiet!

How could Mr. Augustus discuss such a thing in her husband's presence? Lucy thought, concluding that Mr. Augustus never really considered him a man.

“You see, you’ve never become anything more than a waiter because your way of thinking is too lame. Do you think she would climb up to the top if she were as thoughtless as you?” Mr. Augustus laughed and reached out to touch Lucy, who stepped back and headed for the door. Staying there longer wouldn't do her any good.

Mr. Augustus's men stepped forward, stopping her from leaving. “You thought you could come and go as you like, right? It’s me you’re dealing with, Lucy,” he laughed and faced Cage.

“Take a look at yourself. I wonder how useless you would have looked without your uniform. The attire suits you perfectly, but have you thought about how much it takes for her to even say, ‘Yes, he’s my husband’? It’s like swallowing poison and pouring yourself dirt in public,” he taunted Cage, who lowered his lashes.

Cage felt a sharp pain in his heart with those words. He wasn’t wrong, was he? If the man didn’t know him that well, Lucy would have denied him.

“How about you let her leave and deal with me?” Cage asked Mr. Augustus.

“Why? You’re worthless to me and have no use for me, but she does. How much do you even earn monthly? I’m sure even this wine is worth more than what you earn,” Mr. Augustus picked up the wine bottle Cage had been serving him.

“Look at you and look at her. What gives you the impression that you could be her man?” He laughed and walked towards Lucy, sneakingly.

Cage tried to keep his cool, holding his fist tightly, blinking away his tears. But when Mr. Augustus laid his hand on Lucy, Cage snapped.

He threw Mr. Augustus’s hand off Lucy and punched him in the mouth instantly. He had had enough and couldn’t keep his cool anymore. He felt like ripping his mouth off his face.

The same mouth that knew nothing but to speak ill of people below him. It wasn’t his fault he was poor!

Mr. Augustus looked at Cage unbelievably, “How dare you lay that useless hand on my face? Do you know what you have done!?” Mr. Augustus yelled, and his men stepped closer, ready to pounce on Cage.

Cage looked at them all and sighed, knowing he had already lost his job as a waiter for punching him.

One of Mr. Augustus’s men sneakily took a wine bottle and smashed it on Cage's head. He fell on his knees, bleeding from his head.

He looked at them one by one and used the napkin on the table to wipe the blood from his face. He stood on his feet and started fighting his assailants.

They started beating him, even with his injuries, but he didn’t want to back down.

Mr. Augustus went to take his seat and watched from there. “I want him beaten until he’s on his knees, begging for forgiveness!” He ordered his men to start immediately.

Lucy panicked and rushed to Mr. Augustus, falling on her knees and pleading with him.

“Please don’t let them hurt him,” she begged.

“Hurt him?” He laughed. “That worthless thing dared to punch me?” Mr. Augustus said furiously, annoyed, checking his wounded mouth.

“Please forgive him and tell them to stop,” Lucy continued pleading.

“They should stop beating him until he asks for forgiveness, and you will lose the contract? Which do you prefer?” Mr. Augustus asked her with a smirk.

“I don’t think all this should concern you, Lucy," He said, using the tip of his finger to lift her chin.

“Are you sure you won't sacrifice for the contract?” He smirked.

Lucy didn't know what to say and was torn between the two.

Cage fought off the men, even with his wounds. He was determined not to give up!

He threw the last man across the room, surprising Mr. Augustus. “How could he?” He swallowed hard.

His fighting skills shocked everyone, including Elsa, who had been quietly supporting Mr. Augustus and was now panicking.

Lucy watched as Mr. Augustus called for more men while Cage continued to fight them off.

Lucy regretted all this; she should have stopped it.

Mr. Augustus looked at Lucy and shook his head, “Just know that I will personally see to it that your company crawls to the ground,” Mr. Augustus said coldly.

Cage stared back at Lucy, who looked at him amidst his blood with pity.

“You should go to the hospital,” Lucy said, starting to pack her files in her hand. She wanted to avoid being dragged out in disgrace because of Cage.

Cage remained still, looking at her without saying a word.