The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 106

If something actually happened to Sterling, not only would she lose her paycheck, but she'd probably face the full wrath of the Hawthorne family.

This wasn't her being paranoid; it was simply how the ultra-rich operated.

"What a manipulative bitch! How much strength could a drunk guy possibly have? The bottle didn't even break. Stop acting so fragile..."

"Who the hell do you think you are to judge her?"

Sterling snapped his head toward Sasha, cutting off her rant with a gaze practically dripping with murderous intent.

Sasha choked on her words, her lips trembling as she swallowed her protests, completely terrified.

The next second, her eyes blew wide open in sheer horror.

Sterling had let go of Elena and, radiating pure violence, stalked toward the bleeding man on the floor.

The hit to the head had somewhat sobered Arthur up.

But clearly, not enough to realize the danger he was in.

Seeing the young man approach, he still tried to act tough, screaming aggressively, "You little brat, you dare lay a hand on me? You just wait... Ah!"

Before he could finish, Sterling grabbed him by the collar, hauled him up, and drove a vicious punch into his face.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The quiet, dimly lit, foul-smelling hallway echoed with the sickening sound of flesh being battered.

In no time, Arthur's face was a bloody mess. He desperately started begging, "Stop hitting me... please... let me go... I was wrong..."

Sterling completely ignored him, bringing his fist down again and again, his knuckles fully coated in the man's blood.

Soon, Arthur's pleas weakened into nothing as he fell completely unconscious.

Yet, Sterling still didn't stop.

Watching the brutal beating, Sasha felt a cold terror grip her heart.

Whenever she was around Lydia, the heir was almost always remarkably gentle.

Even when he was in a bad mood, he never displayed his dark side in front of Lydia.

Lydia lost her balance, stumbling backward so hard she almost slammed into the concrete wall.

"Lydia!"

Sasha scrambled to catch her, screaming at Sterling in a panic. "What are you doing? Look closely, it's Lydia! She just doesn't want you to kill him! How could you push her and tell her to get out of the way..."

Lydia looked thoroughly dazed, staring at the arm that had just shoved her, a flash of utter disbelief in her eyes.

Realizing what he had done, Sterling cast a brief, distant glance at her. His lips parted, but he ultimately said nothing.

Instead, his attention snapped back to the unconscious man, his aggression completely unabated.

"Elena, aren't you going to stop him? You're his girlfriend! If you care about him at all, you need to stop him from going too far!"

Sasha suddenly had a brainwave. The heir was seeing red, and even Lydia couldn't reach him.

Let alone this manipulative bitch Elena!

If she tried to stop him, Sterling would probably turn his violent rage on her instead.