Two Adorably Bullied

Hearing the commotion over the phone, Richa didn't hesitate for even a second before hanging up, as if he were disgusted by something dirty. Of course, the "dirty thing" wasn't Noah—it was Feder.

Alex, noticing Richa's sudden icy demeanor, raised an eyebrow and asked, "He didn't pick up?"

"Mm," Richa replied coldly, trying to act as if he hadn't heard anything.

Alex didn't press further but was curious. "Why go after Feder through Noah?"

Richa had been trying to ignore anything related to those two, but now Alex had brought them up again, making Richa's expression sour as if he had swallowed something foul.

He had just heard the sounds of Feder and Noah together on the phone, which had thoroughly dirtied his ears. It wasn't something he wanted to remember.

Still, he answered Alex's question, his voice cold and detached as he extinguished his cigarette and exhaled one last puff of smoke. "That kid has feelings for Noah. Using Noah against him is the most effective strategy."

"Noah and Feder? How did they end up together?" Alex asked, genuinely surprised, considering how much the two seemed to dislike each other.

"Unless that brat used force, I can't think of any other reason they'd be together," Richa replied, as if he knew Feder inside out and had hit the nail on the head.

Alex chuckled, seemingly agreeing with Richa's assessment.

"Oh, by the way, about my wife—" Alex began, but Richa cut him off before he could finish.

"Not interested."

"Fine, fine, forget I asked," Alex shrugged, figuring it was worth a try. He wasn't expecting Richa to be so resistant.

Suddenly, Alex raised an eyebrow, staring intently at Richa as he flicked his cigarette. "Did you find yourself a partner?"

"When he comes back, I'll introduce you," Richa said, standing up to retrieve two bottles of water from the side table, handing one to Alex.

Alex took the bottle, still staring at Richa in disbelief. He was shocked. Richa had once claimed he'd never find someone to settle down with, yet here he was, talking about a partner?

"I'm suddenly curious. Who on earth managed to win you over?" Alex asked with a grin, twisting off the cap and taking a sip.

"Just an ordinary man," Richa replied, placing his bottle on the coffee table, his expression indifferent.

"Ordinary? Someone ordinary managed to win you over?" Alex found that hard to believe, knowing how high Richa's standards were.

"And you? Did you marry your wife to spite your father, or do you actually like him?" Richa asked, lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke toward Alex.

Leaning back on the sofa, Alex glanced out at the azure sea and then laughed softly, "At first, yeah, it was to piss off my dad. But I was genuinely interested in him, so I took him up to get married."

He looked back at Richa, crossing his legs and hugging his knees as he asked with a smile, "Do you believe in fate?"

Richa was about to say no, but then he thought of Kyle. Exhaling smoke, he changed his response to a simple, "Somewhat."

"I didn't believe in it either at first, but fate is a funny thing," Alex said, smiling as he recalled the first time he'd seen Mark at a street corner, sipping on milk tea with his friends, his clean and sunny smile instantly capturing Alex's attention.

When Howard later investigated Bellevire, Alex had immediately recognized Mark in the photos, and his interest in him grew.

"My wife is quite a character. When he comes back, I'll introduce him to you," Alex said with a wide grin, but then his expression turned serious as he added, "The only downside is he's really close to his brother. I was hoping to introduce him to you so you could keep him in check, but it seems you've already found someone."

Richa, blowing out a puff of smoke, didn't respond immediately. After a while, he spoke with a hint of disdain, "Your uncle has a brat following him around too—one who's constantly chattering away."

"A rival?" Alex joked, not realizing the brat Richa was talking about was his own wife. He laughed as he took another sip of water.

"Just a little guy who's already married," Richa said, flicking the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray. He glanced at his watch, as if checking how long Kyle had been out.

"Someone you dislike? That doesn't happen often. Now I'm really curious about this kid," Alex teased, grinning from ear to ear.

"When your uncle comes back, you'll see him. He's got a nasty temper—wild and unruly like a feral horse," Richa complained, his disdain for Mark evident.

"If you don't like him, I can have him kicked out of the resort. It's no big deal," Alex offered, always ready to protect his wife. He pulled out his phone to text Mark, telling him to come back.

Mark's reply came swiftly and angrily, saying he was in the middle of an argument and didn't have time, even adding an angry emoji.

Alex's brow furrowed. *Who the hell dares to bully my wife on my turf?*

"Uncle, I'm going downstairs," Alex said, quickly standing up and rushing out.

Richa didn't say anything, but he had also received a text from Kyle, saying Mark had gotten into a fight and he didn't know what to do, followed by an emoji that looked like it was about to cry.

"That brat really does stir up trouble wherever he goes," Richa muttered, standing up and hurrying out of the room, clearly angry with Mark but more worried about Kyle getting caught up in the mess.

**About Ten Minutes Earlier**

Mark had led Kyle down to the lobby. Feeling hungry, he had decided to take Kyle to the restaurant to eat before they went off to have more fun.

But while they were waiting for their food, they ran into Grace, who was accompanied by a man who looked as gaudy as could be—his neck weighed down by a heavy gold chain, his fingers adorned with gold rings on every finger. The sight almost made Mark gag.

Seeing Mark's reaction, Kyle curiously glanced toward the restaurant's entrance.

But when he saw who was there, his whole body froze, and his face went pale.

"Mark, let's just go back!" Kyle whispered urgently, quickly standing up and tugging on Mark's arm.

"Why are you scared of her?" Mark asked, confused. It wasn't like they couldn't handle Grace.

Kyle bit his lip, looking like he was about to cry. He was clearly terrified, trembling with fear.

Mark sighed and was about to follow Kyle's lead and leave when Grace spotted them. Dragging the man with her, she marched over, yelling, "Kyle!"

The moment he heard Grace's voice, Kyle immediately hid behind Mark, covering his mouth and barely daring to breathe. He looked like he might throw up from fear.

He was terrified that Grace would see Richa here or, worse, tell his parents about his relationship with a man.

"What are you hiding for, brat? Didn't you hear me calling you? How dare you ignore my calls? Do you have a death wish?" Grace snapped as she reached them. She tried to pull Kyle out from behind Mark, but Mark, now visibly angry, spread his arms to block her, preventing her from touching Kyle.

"You little punk, how dare you stop me?" Grace fumed, her fury boiling over as she raised her hand to slap Mark. But before she could, Mark caught her wrist and shoved her back forcefully.

Caught off guard, Grace stumbled and nearly fell, only to be caught by the gaudy man.

"You punk, you dare push my wife? Do you have a death wish?" Franklin Turner roared, drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Grace immediately started crying, clinging to Franklin Turner as she sobbed, "Franklin, those two brats bullied me."

"It's okay, baby. Don't cry. I'll take care of them for you," Franklin Turner cooed, patting Grace's back, his tone greasy enough to make Mark's stomach churn.

Mark coldly eyed Grace, then Franklin, quickly concluding that this man was Grace's latest sugar daddy.

"Mark, let's just go back," Kyle whispered urgently, his hand trembling as he clutched Mark's shirt, his voice filled with fear and anxiety.

"Who said you could leave? Huh?" Franklin Turner yelled, glaring at them. Then, turning to the restaurant manager who had just arrived, he barked, "Since when does this resort let in beggars? What are you all doing?"

The manager, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion, didn't know what was going on. But clearly not wanting to offend Franklin Turner, he quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Turner. I'll have them leave right away. Please, don't be upset."

"Leave? Just letting them leave isn't enough! That punk pushed my wife. I want him to kneel and apologize," Franklin Turner demanded, pointing at Mark as he spoke to the manager.

"That… that doesn't seem right," the manager said, clearly troubled. Guests at this resort were all of a certain status, and with the food poisoning incident still fresh, he didn't want to make things worse and attract more attention from the media.

"Are you defying me? Who do you think you are?" Franklin Turner snapped, raising his hand to strike the manager.

The

 manager, too frightened to move, could only clench his teeth and brace himself. But the blow never came. He opened his eyes in confusion, only to see that Mark had grabbed Franklin Turner's hand, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

"You punk, you're asking for it," Franklin Turner snarled, trying to yank his hand free to punish Mark. But Mark had already bent his body slightly, taking a fighting stance, and delivered a heavy blow to Franklin Turner's gut, sending the much larger man sprawling to the floor, clutching his stomach in pain.

Gasps echoed through the restaurant as shocked onlookers covered their mouths, taken aback by the power of Mark's punch despite his small stature. The restaurant manager and staff were terrified, their bodies trembling as they realized Franklin Turner wasn't someone to mess with.

But Mark didn't care who Franklin Turner was. He didn't care about any of that. Stepping on Franklin Turner's stomach, he glared down at him and growled, "Who the hell do you think you are, bullying our employees?"

Franklin Turner was dumbfounded, and so was the restaurant manager. Neither had any idea that Mark was Alex's wife.

Grace, on the other hand, burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubled over. "Hahaha! Your employee? Mark, are you out of your mind? Do you even know where you are? This isn't some cheap place you can just waltz into. I don't know how you even got in here, but this isn't a place for the likes of you! You're out of your league."

"I don't care where this is. If I tell you to get lost, you get lost. And that goes for you too," Mark snapped back, pointing at Franklin Turner.

Grace and Franklin Turner were stunned for a moment before they both started laughing hysterically, clearly mocking Mark's ignorance.

Mark's expression turned icy as he stopped talking, fully enraged. And when he was this angry, the consequences were never good.