Chapter 166: Denis’s threat
"Family?" Augustine sneered. "Now you suddenly remember I’m part of this family. Did you ever treat me like a Beaumont when you were pushing me around? Where were you when they shipped me overseas? Why didn’t you speak up against Grandpa? Not once did you call to see how I was doing. You didn’t care if I was dead or alive. But now, because you need something from me, you’re suddenly playing the family card. Don’t you think that’s absurd?"
Denis didn’t answer right away. He stared daggers at Augustine, then silently poured himself another drink. He downed it in one swift motion, slammed the glass on the table, and tilted his head, his eyes blazing.
"Are you going to help me or not?" he asked, his tone clipped.
Augustine didn’t flinch. He remained lounged against the sofa, completely unfazed by Denis’s aggression. The fire in Denis’s eyes met only cool indifference.
"Give me a proper reason," Augustine replied smoothly, lifting his glass in a slow, deliberate motion. "Then I’ll think about whether to help you or not." He took a sip, savoring the taste like he had all the time in the world.
Denis’s anger darkened further, his features contorting with frustration. "You want a reason?" he growled. "Fine." He gave a curt nod, then pulled out his phone and held it out toward Augustine. "Take a look at this."
Augustine’s confident air faltered the moment his eyes landed on the screen. The casual grip on his glass stiffened. The liquid inside trembled slightly.
On the screen were photographs of himself in the ring—gritty, raw, unmistakable. Blood on his face. Gloves up. A strike mid-air. Another photo: his back turned, stepping out of the shadows, body bruised, adrenaline surging through the frame.
His secret life was exposed.