Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1411: Is there anyone else but me?

Esteban was stepped hard on the ground and unable to move, he cocked his head, glaring angrily at Tito, "If you let me up, I'll beat you!".

Tito laughed wildly with disdain, "You'll never beat me in your life!".

"Let go!"

Alfredo could contain himself no longer and flung open the door and rushed in.

Both Esteban and Tito froze at his appearance.

Tito reacted quickly and looked down, his gaze was grim as he stared at Esteban, "You lied to me, you still told the family."

"I didn't!" replied Esteban.

He turned his head to Alfredo, "Uncle Alfredo, what are you doing here?".

Alfredo didn't answer him, instead he gave Tito a death glare and snapped, "Don't let go yet!".

"Hahahaha..."

The room echoed with Tito's unbridled, bloodcurdling laughter, which the next second he pulled away and spat disdainfully, "Esteban, even if you have help, he's no match for me." Alfredo's mouth curved into a grimace, "We haven't even fought, how do you know you're no match?".

He looked at Esteban and continued, "If you have the guts, let him go and we'll fight."

"Uncle Alfredo, you let him go, I can do it alone." Esteban wasn't about to let Alfredo get in the way.

Alfredo narrowed his eyes and suddenly lunged at Tito and punched him.

Tito blushed and unconsciously took a few steps back to avoid it.

Alfredo took the opportunity to lift Esteban and shield him behind himself.

"Looking for death!"

Tito's eyes flashed with a sinister look and he lunged toward Alfredo like a madman.

"Uncle Alfredo, look out!"

At Esteban's cry of alarm, Alfredo and Tito struggled.

As the fight progressed, Tito's face grew ugly.

He had underestimated the man in front of him.

He was so agile that he could even anticipate his next move, and he was beaten every time.

"Go to hell!" shouted Tito, his fist heading straight for Alfredo's temple.

Alfredo grimaced and shifted his body, dodging as he kicked him in the stomach.

Tito grunted in pain and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Esteban was quick to say, "Get up, I haven't beaten you yet, I'm not going to let you fall!".

Alfredo rushed to stop him, "Esteban, don't move."

"Uncle Alfredo, I'm going to beat him by myself!" Esteban looked at Tito who was lying on the ground, his little hands clenched into fists.

"Your daddy is on his way." Alfredo said, "You mustn't hurt yourself again, or he won't forgive me. And your mom is always worried about you."

At the mention of Paulina, Esteban ducked his head and obediently retreated behind Alfredo.

Tito struggled to his feet, covering his stomach and glaring at Esteban with a dark, venomous look, "I really despise you!"

"I didn't know Tio Alfredo was coming." Esteban explained.

"You knew?" Tito let out a high pitched laugh, "It's okay, I'll take one, I'll take a couple."

Seeing Tito's grimace, Alfredo frowned sharply, was he sick?

In his current state, it was impossible to associate him with the internationally renowned violinist he used to be.

"You'd better stop or The Leoz family won't let you go!". Alfredo saw that Tito seemed to want to attack again and warned him. Tito bared his teeth: "I can't wait!".

And with that, he brandished his fist again.

This time he wasn't aiming at Alfredo, but at Esteban.

Alfredo was surprised and rushed to shield Esteban behind him, raising his hand to block his grip.

The two men struggled again.

At that moment, a loud thud of brakes was heard outside the villa.

Immediately after, a tall figure ran in.

"Papa!" shouted Esteban upon seeing the visitor.

Marcos rushed over to him and looked him up and down, "Is everything okay?"

Esteban shook his head, "I'm fine, but Uncle Alfredo ..."

Marcos followed his line of sight, only to see Alfredo being knocked backwards all the while by Tito.

With a sudden look, Marcos rushed forward and lifted his long leg, kicking Tito in the stomach.

Tito took several steps back before he could stand still.

"Prince." Alfredo bowed his head respectfully.

"Take Esteban out." ordered Marcos as he looked at Tito with a pair of stern eyes.

"And you?" Alfredo asked.

"I'll take over here."

"Yes."

Alfredo led Esteban quickly outside, leaving Marcos and Tito alone in the villa.

"Marcos," Tito snorted as he raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, "son it's no use, dad is here to help, all right very good." "Did you do all those bruises to Esteban?" Marcos' voice was cold.

Tito burst out laughing, "anyone else but me?"

"Damn it!" Marcos took a step closer to him, his aura was cold.

His opponent's aura was so powerful that a slight fear arose in Tito's heart.

But he was quickly crushed as he roared and lunged at Marcos.

Before he had time to react to what was happening, Tito was knocked to the ground by Marcos.

"Di! Why are you doing this to a child?" Marcos stomped him hard on his back.

Tito's face changed from pain and he gritted his teeth: "I like it."

"Tell the truth! What exactly is your intention?" Marcos gave a strong push with his foot.

Tito felt as if his whole lung was about to explode and he couldn't take a breath as he let out a bloodcurdling laugh, "I hate you rich people!" Marcos' brow furrowed slightly.

Tito had hatred written in his eyes, "I hate the way you rich people are condescending, always on top, treating others as if they were mere ants. Why do we have to suffer your insults." The last sentence he uttered loudly.

As an internationally famous violinist, Tito had always been proud, but since he had injured his hand and could no longer play, the world had gone from sympathy at first to contempt at the end. Even his fiance, who had been talking about marriage, opted to part ways with him, saying he was no longer good enough for her.

Why?

Why on earth would they insult him like that?

Thinking about this, Tito laughed ominously, "I just want to ruin her son. His natural arrogance is an eyesore to me. I wanted to destroy him, I wanted to give him a taste of what I had suffered. So I laid my hands on him, and inflicted all the wounds on his body."

At these words, Mark's body rose up in a torrent of rage, and from his thin lips came the cold words, "You want to die!"

Alfredo arrived just in time to see how Marcos grabbed Tito by the neck and threw blow after blow to his stomach.

Finally, Tito was thrown to the ground like a rag.

Marcos threw a few more kicks.

Tito was only half dead, if not dead.

Alfredo swallowed saliva, the prince was really angry, he should be careful not to make the prince angry in the future.