The Unwanted Daughter When Love Comes Too Late novel Chapter 327

"You shameless homewrecker, how dare you seduce my wife!"

The shocking accusation had barely settled before a man suddenly rushed out. He was carrying a bucket of thick red liquid and hurled it straight at Preston.

Sticky, foul-smelling blood splattered across Preston from head to toe, covering his face until his features could hardly be seen.

The room went silent.

Then, pointing right at Preston, the man roared, "I've been married for over twenty years. We used to be happy, but you ruined everything! You seduced my wife, and now she wants to divorce me. You filthy scoundrel—you'll burn in hell for destroying my marriage!"

His furious shouts were heard by the stunned crowd, and the place instantly erupted into chaos.

Meanwhile, Preston just stared blankly at the blood soaking his clothes, frozen in shock.

His assistant, watching from behind, nearly fainted.

Having worked with Preston for years, he knew better than anyone how extreme Preston's obsession with cleanliness was. And now, in front of a huge audience—and live cameras, no less—he was drenched in blood.

The assistant didn't even dare step closer, afraid Preston might explode at any second.

But the man wasn't done. He kept shouting, "You filthy homewrecker! You deserve that bloodbath for the dirt you've done! If you love stealing wives so much, why not go sell yourself on the street?"

The crude insults stung, and everyone around snapped out of their shock, quickly raising their phones to record.

The man claimed he'd been married for over twenty years, which meant his wife was probably in her forties. Preston was only in his twenties.

The idea of him going after a woman nearly twice his age was difficult to believe.

He had questionable taste!

Whispers spread quickly. People zoomed in with their cameras, capturing every flicker of Preston's reaction.

Finally, after a long silence, Preston came back to himself.

He stood stiffly, his hands trembling in the air with nowhere to go. He stared at the man screaming at him with his blood-covered face.

"You're digging your own grave!"

Preston suddenly grabbed a glass from the table, ready to rise to his feet.

His eyes burned with a fury so sharp it seemed he might rip the man apart with his bare hands.

Even with his striking looks, Preston had never seemed frightening before—not even when his eyes burned with rage.

But now, drenched in blood with only his eyes, nose, and mouth visible through the crimson mess, his expression sent shivers down spines.

The livestream chat exploded. Even online viewers jumped back in shock at the sight.

The man who had been screaming accusations suddenly faltered, instinctively stepping back. His fury drained away the moment Preston's blood-covered glare locked onto him.

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