Chapter 67: Image Destroyed
"Crash..." With a sharp shatter, a chair crashed onto the glass coffee table, instantly reducing it to countless shards. Even so, the room's owner remained consumed by rage. Sean Connery hoisted another chair and shattered the television screen reporting his scandal into a shower of debris.
"Bastards!" he cursed over and over.
Elsewhere, his wife, Micheline Roquebrune, had already hidden in the mansion's kitchen to avoid another beating. The man outside looked like a gentleman, but in reality, he was no different from the crudest dockworker. Ever since the media began hyping Christopher Lee's experiences, his violent temper had only escalated. Every time he drank or did drugs, he used her as a punching bag...
Perhaps God had finally opened His sleeping eyes. Audio of his beatings and photos of his drug use had somehow found their way into the media's hands. Since yesterday, outlets across America had been frantically reporting on the deeply uncivilized behavior of the elegant old gentleman.
"My image! My image is completely ruined by those bastards!"
Sean Connery's furious roar echoed through the living room once again. He yanked a newspaper from the rack and skimmed the headlines...
"Sean Connery Addicted to Alcohol, Frequently Beats Wife!"
"The Real Sean Connery: Marijuana and Cocaine Are Daily Necessities..."
"Drug-Fueled Sean Connery Beats Wife!"