Chapter 108
Chapter 108:
Sterling turned. His eyes widened. “Uncle… Uncle Elias p>
Elias Thorne stood there. He was wearing a trench coat that cost more than Sterling’s car. He looked like a statue carved from ice and fury.
He didn’t look at Sterling. He looked at Aurora. His eyes scanned her face, her arm where Sterling was gripping her.
“Are you hurt?” Elias asked. His voice was soft, terrifyingly so.
Aurora blinked. “I… no. I’m fine p>
Sterling laughed nervously. He let go of Aurora. “Uncle, this is just… a domestic dispute. Aurora and I are working things out. You know how it is. Lover’s quarrel p>
The temperature on the street seemed to drop ten degrees.
Elias stepped forward. He placed himself between Sterling and Aurora. A human shield.
“She is not your lover,” Elias said. “She is not your domestic anything p>
He reached out and pulled Aurora to his side. His arm went around her waist. His hand was warm, firm against her coat.
He pulled her flush against him.
“She is my girlfriend,” Elias declared.
The world stopped.
Aurora looked up at him, shock written all over her face. Girlfriend? Since when?
Sterling’s jaw dropped. “You… you’re lying. She’s trash! She’s a gold digger! You hate germs! You hate people! You wouldn’t touch her p>
Sterling reached out, trying to grab Aurora again. “Tell him, Aurora! Tell him you belong to me p>
Elias didn’t hesitate.
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He didn’t use a fancy martial arts move. He simply drew his fist back and punched Sterling Thorne squarely in the jaw.
CRACK.
It was a sickening, satisfying sound.
Sterling flew backward. He landed hard on the wet pavement, sliding a few feet. He groaned, clutching his face. Blood trickled from his lip.
The crowd gasped. Phones were out. Flashes went off.
Elias didn’t look at the crowd. He adjusted his cufflink. He looked down at his nephew with cold indifference.
“Touch her again,” Elias said, his voice carrying over the rain, “and I will break the hand that does it p>
He turned to Aurora. “My car is waiting p>
He guided her toward the sleek Maybach idling at the curb. The driver held the door open. Aurora got in. Elias followed.
The doors shut, sealing out the noise, the rain, and the pathetic figure of Sterling Thorne lying in the gutter.
The Maybach glided through the city streets, the suspension so smooth it felt like they were floating.
Inside, the silence was thick.
Elias reached into a compartment and pulled out an instant ice pack. He cracked it and handed it to Aurora.