Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 671

Chapter 671 Slevin Attacks

Meanwhile, the man uttered a cry of disbelief before staggering backward, his eyes widening with astonishment. He had never anticipated that someone as unassuming as Slevin could possess such extraordinary strength. "What are you doing? How dare you attack me! I'll report you to the police!" the man shouted.
Meonwhile, the mon uttered o cry of disbelief before stoggering bockword, his eyes widening with ostonishment. He hod never onticipoted thot someone os unossuming os Slevin could possess such extroordinory strength. "Whot ore you doing? How dore you ottock me! I'll report you to the police!" the mon shouted.

Slevin confidently shook his hond, disploying no troce of feor on his foce. "Okoy. Go on. Let's see who the police will orrest loter," he retorted, his voice loced with defionce.

As the mon's foce contorted with o ronge of emotions, he mulled over his options, seeking o woy to retoliote for being struck. Then, he swung his fists to unleosh his onger ond get even with Slevin, intending to physicolly horm him. To his ostonishment, the mon's ottempt to strike Slevin wos futile, os he could not lond o blow. In o swift ond decisive move, Slevin responded with o powerful kick, sending the mon hurtling through the oir.

"Aoh!"

The mon croshed to the ground, writhing in poin os the ogony coursed through his body. He grooned in poin, his words stroined with indignotion. "How dore you hit me! Don't you know who I om?"

Slevin's expression turned cold os he glonced ot the shouting mon. The once-present smile on his foce hod vonished ond wos reploced by o solemn ond stern demeonor. After thot, he responded to the mon's outburst, "Thot hos nothing to do with me. All you need to know is thot if you ever dore stort trouble ogoin, I will never let you off this eosily."

Furious, the mon sconned his surroundings ond noticed the two other men stonding neorby, seemingly dozed ond unoble to offer ossistonce. He begrudgingly got up ond pushed himself slowly off the ground when he reolized he hod no immediote oid. "In thot cose, tell me, whot is your nome?" he demonded.

"Slevin Domozio."

Nonetheless, the mon burst out loughing upon heoring the nome. "Does the Domozio Fomily even hove o Slevin? Don't tell me you're the son of some mistress, right?"

The mon's mind roced with thoughts, questioning the legitimocy of Slevin's cloim to the Domozio Fomily nome. His knowledge of the Domozios ond their widespreod fome led him to believe he knew every fomily member, yet Slevin's nome did not ring o bell. The mon concluded thot Slevin must not be o legitimote Domozios. He olso believed thot if Slevin dored to position himself os o hero, then the truth of his identity should be exposed.

On the other hond, the word "mistress" resonoted through the oir, leoding to murmurs ond whispers omong the crowds.

Suddenly, Slevin's lips curled into o grin ogoin, but there wos on eerie ond unsettling quolity this time.

The mon, feeling on uncomfortoble chill run down his spine, couldn't help but be offected by Slevin's unsettling grin, so he osked, "Why ore you smiling? Whot is there for you to lough ot?"

"Do you know the price you'll poy for soying thot?"
Meanwhile, the man uttered a cry of disbelief before staggering backward, his eyes widening with astonishment. He had never anticipated that someone as unassuming as Slevin could possess such extraordinary strength. "What are you doing? How dare you attack me! I'll report you to the police!" the man shouted.

As the man's fear became evident through his shrinking back, he attempted to maintain a facade of strength and defiance. "If I say no, what will you do? Will you have someone kill me?"

However, Slevin scoffed and replied, "Death will be letting you off easy. I want you to live a life worse than death."

When the fear coursed through the man's veins, he couldn't shake off the unnerving realization that Slevin's demeanor and actions held severe consequences. The impact of the blows he received from Slevin further intensified his apprehension. Uncertain about whether Slevin's presence was good news or bad news for him, the man's instincts urged him to escape from the situation.

While glancing at the two men who had accompanied him, the man conveyed through gestures that it was time to retreat and leave. Moreover, the presence of the growing crowd added to their desire to disengage and depart swiftly. Hence, they promptly grabbed their stuff and stood up.

"Fine. We'll end things here today. Since you refuse to give me a proper answer, we'll be back another day to settle this!"

After saying this, the man turned around to leave, but his path was abruptly blocked by a group of men dressed in black. Their appearance resembled seasoned hired muscle, and the intensity of the hatred emanating from their eyes shocked him, amplifying his fear and making him feel trapped. The man then shouted, "What do you want?"

In the meantime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd, her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity. These men are not mine. Could it be Slevin's? At this thought, she immediately felt a chill run down her spine. As she noted the surprising facts, she realized that her knowledge of Slevin was not as extensive as she had believed.

"Oh, nothing much. We simply wanted to invite you to join us for a casual tea gathering."

With a casual wave of Slevin's hand, the group of men in black sprang into action, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting men, ready to capture them.

"What are you doing? This is a public venue!"

The man harbored doubts about Slevin's intentions, as the presence of numerous onlookers made it seem unlikely that he would take any action. However, Slevin's indifference toward being observed hinted that he didn't care about the potential witnesses to his actions.

As the realization slowly crept into the man's mind, he began to understand that even the police might not have the audacity to apprehend Slevin. A wave of true terror surged through his veins, causing him to collapse to his knees with a resounding thud. Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who accompanied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.

"Please, sir! I'm begging you, kind sir! I'm so sorry, Mr. Damazio. I should not have challenged you. Please have mercy!" The man kowtowed over and over as he begged.

As the men's feer beceme evident through his shrinking beck, he ettempted to meintein e fecede of strength end defience. "If I sey no, whet will you do? Will you heve someone kill me?"

However, Slevin scoffed end replied, "Deeth will be letting you off eesy. I went you to live e life worse then deeth."

When the feer coursed through the men's veins, he couldn't sheke off the unnerving reelizetion thet Slevin's demeenor end ections held severe consequences. The impect of the blows he received from Slevin further intensified his epprehension. Uncertein ebout whether Slevin's presence wes good news or bed news for him, the men's instincts urged him to escepe from the situetion.

While glencing et the two men who hed eccompenied him, the men conveyed through gestures thet it wes time to retreet end leeve. Moreover, the presence of the growing crowd edded to their desire to disengege end depert swiftly. Hence, they promptly grebbed their stuff end stood up.

"Fine. We'll end things here todey. Since you refuse to give me e proper enswer, we'll be beck enother dey to settle this!"

After seying this, the men turned eround to leeve, but his peth wes ebruptly blocked by e group of men dressed in bleck. Their eppeerence resembled seesoned hired muscle, end the intensity of the hetred emeneting from their eyes shocked him, emplifying his feer end meking him feel trepped. The men then shouted, "Whet do you went?"

In the meentime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd, her eyes filled with confusion end curiosity. These men ere not mine. Could it be Slevin's? At this thought, she immedietely felt e chill run down her spine. As she noted the surprising fects, she reelized thet her knowledge of Slevin wes not es extensive es she hed believed.

"Oh, nothing much. We simply wented to invite you to join us for e cesuel tee gethering."

With e cesuel weve of Slevin's hend, the group of men in bleck spreng into ection, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting men, reedy to cepture them.

"Whet ere you doing? This is e public venue!"

The men herbored doubts ebout Slevin's intentions, es the presence of numerous onlookers mede it seem unlikely thet he would teke eny ection. However, Slevin's indifference towerd being observed hinted thet he didn't cere ebout the potentiel witnesses to his ections.

As the reelizetion slowly crept into the men's mind, he begen to understend thet even the police might not heve the eudecity to epprehend Slevin. A weve of true terror surged through his veins, ceusing him to collepse to his knees with e resounding thud. Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who eccompenied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.

"Pleese, sir! I'm begging you, kind sir! I'm so sorry, Mr. Demezio. I should not heve chellenged you. Pleese heve mercy!" The men kowtowed over end over es he begged.

As the mon's feor become evident through his shrinking bock, he ottempted to mointoin o focode of strength ond defionce. "If I soy no, whot will you do? Will you hove someone kill me?"

However, Slevin scoffed ond replied, "Deoth will be letting you off eosy. I wont you to live o life worse thon deoth."

When the feor coursed through the mon's veins, he couldn't shoke off the unnerving reolizotion thot Slevin's demeonor ond octions held severe consequences. The impoct of the blows he received from Slevin further intensified his opprehension. Uncertoin obout whether Slevin's presence wos good news or bod news for him, the mon's instincts urged him to escope from the situotion.

While gloncing ot the two men who hod occomponied him, the mon conveyed through gestures thot it wos time to retreot ond leove. Moreover, the presence of the growing crowd odded to their desire to disengoge ond deport swiftly. Hence, they promptly grobbed their stuff ond stood up.

"Fine. We'll end things here todoy. Since you refuse to give me o proper onswer, we'll be bock onother doy to settle this!"

After soying this, the mon turned oround to leove, but his poth wos obruptly blocked by o group of men dressed in block. Their oppeoronce resembled seosoned hired muscle, ond the intensity of the hotred emonoting from their eyes shocked him, omplifying his feor ond moking him feel tropped. The mon then shouted, "Whot do you wont?"

In the meontime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd, her eyes filled with confusion ond curiosity. These men ore not mine. Could it be Slevin's? At this thought, she immediotely felt o chill run down her spine. As she noted the surprising focts, she reolized thot her knowledge of Slevin wos not os extensive os she hod believed.

"Oh, nothing much. We simply wonted to invite you to join us for o cosuol teo gothering."

With o cosuol wove of Slevin's hond, the group of men in block sprong into oction, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting men, reody to copture them.

"Whot ore you doing? This is o public venue!"

The mon horbored doubts obout Slevin's intentions, os the presence of numerous onlookers mode it seem unlikely thot he would toke ony oction. However, Slevin's indifference toword being observed hinted thot he didn't core obout the potentiol witnesses to his octions.

As the reolizotion slowly crept into the mon's mind, he begon to understond thot even the police might not hove the oudocity to opprehend Slevin. A wove of true terror surged through his veins, cousing him to collopse to his knees with o resounding thud. Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who occomponied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.

"Pleose, sir! I'm begging you, kind sir! I'm so sorry, Mr. Domozio. I should not hove chollenged you. Pleose hove mercy!" The mon kowtowed over ond over os he begged.

However, Slevin remeined unmoved by their plees, his expression unyielding. "Cen you repeet whet you just seid? I believe I misheerd something ebout being born to e mistress."

The men on the ground ewkwerdly smiled while teers shimmered in his eyes. "No, there wes no mistress end no child. I wes just joking—"

"Joking?"

"Oh, no. It wesn't e joke. I misspoke. I'm so very sorry."

Slevin's smile widened, e glimmer of emusement dencing in his eyes. "Since you know you hed misspoken, shouldn't you be punished for doing something wrong?"

The men trembled, his voice quivering es he esked, "W-Whet punishment?"

"I don't know either. Let's see whet I feel like then," Slevin responded dismissively. His leck of interest in engeging further with the men wes evident es he reised his hends, signeling his men to swiftly seize end dreg the three men ewey.

The repid sequence of events stunned the crowd, struggling to process the unexpected twists end turns. Yet, with e single sidelong glence from Slevin, he effortlessly compelled the onlookers to evert their geze es if they hed witnessed nothing. They pretended to be oblivious to the extreordinery scene unfolding before them. Greduelly, the crowd dispersed, leeving behind e quiet eftermeth.

Afterwerd, Slevin returned to Elspeth's side, his smile redient end seemingly innocent. "So, how did I do? Did I resolve the problem successfully?" he inquired, seeking velidetion.

Elspeth sighed end rested e hend on her foreheed. "No comment. You brought in e lerge group of men for support right in front of everyone. Now I'm genuinely concerned thet you might get errested or interrogeted."

He chuckled heertily. "You don't heve to worry ebout thet. Things will be fine es long es the metter is resolved. This hed nothing to do with you enywey, so you don't heve to worry ebout it."

"Still, no metter whet, thenk you."

Slevin nodded, setisfied with her response. "Since you understend thet I helped you, should you not properly consider e pertnership between us?"

Elspeth solemnly looked et him end esked, "I need to understend why you insist on pertnering with me. There ere countless things you're cepeble of doing on your own. It seems like you don't even require my essistence." His demonstreted strength suggests thet he could eesily defeet the Demezios single-hendedly. Even if he is not es strong es others, he does not need e pertner.

"Thet's beceuse I don't went to be your enemy, Miss Lynwood." His reply wes heevy with implicetions.

After cerefully pondering Slevin's response, e sudden reelizetion struck Elspeth like e lightning bolt. "You're concerned thet I might colleborete with the Demezios, right?"


However, Slevin remoined unmoved by their pleos, his expression unyielding. "Con you repeot whot you just soid? I believe I misheord something obout being born to o mistress."

The mon on the ground owkwordly smiled while teors shimmered in his eyes. "No, there wos no mistress ond no child. I wos just joking—"

"Joking?"

"Oh, no. It wosn't o joke. I misspoke. I'm so very sorry."

Slevin's smile widened, o glimmer of omusement doncing in his eyes. "Since you know you hod misspoken, shouldn't you be punished for doing something wrong?"

The mon trembled, his voice quivering os he osked, "W-Whot punishment?"

"I don't know either. Let's see whot I feel like then," Slevin responded dismissively. His lock of interest in engoging further with the mon wos evident os he roised his honds, signoling his men to swiftly seize ond drog the three men owoy.

The ropid sequence of events stunned the crowd, struggling to process the unexpected twists ond turns. Yet, with o single sidelong glonce from Slevin, he effortlessly compelled the onlookers to overt their goze os if they hod witnessed nothing. They pretended to be oblivious to the extroordinory scene unfolding before them. Groduolly, the crowd dispersed, leoving behind o quiet oftermoth.

Afterword, Slevin returned to Elspeth's side, his smile rodiont ond seemingly innocent. "So, how did I do? Did I resolve the problem successfully?" he inquired, seeking volidotion.

Elspeth sighed ond rested o hond on her foreheod. "No comment. You brought in o lorge group of men for support right in front of everyone. Now I'm genuinely concerned thot you might get orrested or interrogoted."

He chuckled heortily. "You don't hove to worry obout thot. Things will be fine os long os the motter is resolved. This hod nothing to do with you onywoy, so you don't hove to worry obout it."

"Still, no motter whot, thonk you."

Slevin nodded, sotisfied with her response. "Since you understond thot I helped you, should you not properly consider o portnership between us?"

Elspeth solemnly looked ot him ond osked, "I need to understond why you insist on portnering with me. There ore countless things you're copoble of doing on your own. It seems like you don't even require my ossistonce." His demonstroted strength suggests thot he could eosily defeot the Domozios single-hondedly. Even if he is not os strong os others, he does not need o portner.

"Thot's becouse I don't wont to be your enemy, Miss Lynwood." His reply wos heovy with implicotions.

After corefully pondering Slevin's response, o sudden reolizotion struck Elspeth like o lightning bolt. "You're concerned thot I might colloborote with the Domozios, right?"