Delete My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 17

"Sebastian, snap out of it!" Lucian snatched the liquor bottle from Sebastian Kingsley's hand. "Is this really worth it over a woman?"

The private lounge was hazy with smoke, the heirs of wealthy families sprawled carelessly across the leather sofas.

"Seriously," drawled the second son of the Zhou family, blowing out a smoke ring. "Lillian Grayson isn’t bad. Honestly, Annabelle leaving is for the best."

Sebastian's gaze turned icy in an instant.

"You don’t understand," he rasped. "She’s not just any woman."

"Cut the crap!" Lucian scoffed. "Women are all the same. Stop pretending to be some tragic romantic."

The moment the words left his mouth, Sebastian hurled the bottle at him.

Glass shattered with a deafening crash.

"Say one more word about her," Sebastian growled, his eyes dark with fury.

The room fell dead silent.

The young heirs exchanged uneasy glances. None of them had ever seen Sebastian like this.

"He’s lost it…" the Zhou heir muttered under his breath.

Lucian clutched his bleeding forehead, his expression venomous as he slipped out of the lounge.

Ten minutes later, the door creaked open.

"Mr. Kingsley…" A timid voice trembled.

Sebastian looked up—and froze.

The girl standing in the doorway bore an uncanny resemblance to Annabelle.

"Who sent you?" His voice was glacial.

She flinched. "I—It was Young Master Lu—"

Sebastian surged to his feet, gripping her chin with bruising force.

"You dare imitate her?"

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Get out!" He shoved her away. "Tell Lucian if he pulls this stunt again, I’ll bury the Lu family."

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Everyone in that room realized one thing—Sebastian Kingsley was deadly serious.

Annabelle Whitmore wasn’t just another woman. She was different.