Chris was rendered speechless, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Walter, trailing behind, felt his mouth twitch involuntarily. He thought Chris was excessively audacious for engaging in such shenanigans.

Gerard commanded coldly, “Break his arm."

Elena stepped toward Chris without hesitation.

A sharp crack echoed, followed by Chris’ agonized howl. His other arm dangled limply. Both of his arms had been dislocated.

Overcome with pain, Chris succumbed to unconsciousness.

Gerard looked on with utter contempt. "Throw him out!"

He then turned a scornful gaze toward Walter. “How could you allow such a rascal in your establishment? What are you running here, a refuge for the wretched?"

Walter was taken aback. He hadn't anticipated such derision from Gerard. Moreover, given his extensive portfolio, Walter rarely frequented the club despite being its proprietor. He was taken aback by Gerard's abrupt shift of blame.

A wave of resentment welled up inside Walter, yet he found himself powerless to confront Gerard, realizing that Gerard had become excessively obsessed with his romantic pursuits.

"Are you still in pain?" Gerard's rough fingertips Lightly caressed Lilah's wrist. She felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks.

She had only feigned frailty to garner Gerard's sympathy; the injury was minor.

"I'm fine," Lilah replied softly, her eyes softening as she gazed at him. “What brings you here?"

“He's here, so I decided to drop by," Gerard said, sparing a brief glance at Walter. Walter, eager to recover some grace, quickly greeted Lilah, "Good evening. I'm Walter Morrison, the proprietor here. Please let me know when you plan to visit next. I'll ensure everything is arranged for your comfort."

"That's very kind, thank you," Lilah responded with a gracious smile.

Turning back to Gerard with a spark of enthusiasm, she added, “By the way, Gerard, your bodyguards are top-notch. Which firm are they with? I'd Like to commend them. And they only charge 10, 000 a month?

That's quite a steal."

“Excellent. I'm pleased they've met your expectations. But no need to send feedback-they're not accustomed to such formalities." Gerard's gaze was soft as he watched her.

Walter's mouth fell open slightly. The mention of the bodyguards' salaries Lilah him off He whether by caught guard. questioned Gerard was jesting. Elena and Daniel's market rate was easily half a million dollars each.

Jealousy crept into Walter's expression, contorting it for a moment.

He wished Gerard and Lilah would tone down their display of affection.

Yet he knew the importance of staying on Lilah's good side.

“Ahem. Would you care to join us for dinner?" Walter inquired Lilah with a polite tone.

"No, thank you. I should be heading home."