Washing dishes and doing chores felt like an insult to Jadon. He couldn't accept it.In such a predicament, he felt cornered, facing a level of hardship he had never experienced before.Naturally, he developed a deep resentment toward Erica.So, when he joined these thugs and learned they intended to harm her, he unhesitatingly led the way."You animal!" Erica couldn't believe that the man she once had feelings for could sink even lower.As she observed his hideous expression, she couldn't fathom how she had ever fallen for such a person.Clamping her teeth together, she noticed Molly's lips turning slightly blue, a sign of heightened stress, edging on a potential health crisis.Worried, she exclaimed, "What do you want? If you have an issue with me, leave my elderly grandmother out of it!""What do I want? You, the sly one, snuggling up to a wealthy guy and enjoying the good life, huh?" Jadon sneered bitterly.His dirty hands grabbed Erica's chin, and with a repulsive gaze, h
The thunderous sound, filled with an overwhelming fury, made Jadon shiver involuntarily, prompting him to turn his head instinctively.A slender figure stood at the door, blocking the light. It was impossible to discern the person's face, but her bone-chilling presence was palpable, sending shivers down one's spine.Hannah moved silently as she approached.Dressed in casual home attire, she exuded a unique elegance.As Jadon saw her face more clearly, his expression turned increasingly grim. Recalling the fear of being easily subdued, he staggered backward."Ms. Emerson …" Seeing the newcomer, Erica couldn't hold back her tears, crying and apologizing, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault ... If it weren't for me, Grandma wouldn't have suffered..."Her body convulsed with sobs, overwhelmed by fear and guilt. Living in an environment that favored males, Erica, even in the urban city, had grown accustomed to a humble existence.The compassionate Molly had provided her with the care a
What if Hannah, a wealthy woman from a prominent family, got hurt?Remembering Jadon's sinister expression, Erica became even more concerned.These individuals were violently banging on the door under Jadon's leadership.Fortunately, the door's quality held up for a while.However, these people were insane. They climbed up from outside, stepped on the air conditioning unit, and forcefully broke through the balcony's glass door.In broad daylight, they seemed to show no hint of hesitation to commit a crime.If anything happened to Hannah, how would Erica cope with the consequences?Anxious thoughts raced through her mind as she continued knocking on the door, tears streaming down her face."Ms. Emerson, please don't act impulsively … These people are crazy; if you get hurt …""Quiet."Hannah's cold voice faintly transmitted from behind the door, carrying a particular reassuring strength.With a commanding presence, she continued, "Wait outside."Erica was suddenly taken aba
"I know I messed up. I truly know it. I'm just a useless piece of trash ..."Jadon's vision blurred for a moment.Unable to discern Hannah's expression, his fear intensified.He couldn't help but kneel, attempting to bow his head, but dizziness overwhelmed him. He could only humbly cry and plead, "Ms. Emerson, please spare me. Just pretend I don't exist. I know you're a generous person ...""So, you can feel pain and fear too!"Hannah scoffed.Switching the book to her left hand, she seized Jadon's hand with her right, slowly lifting it."Ah! Ah ah ah! It hurts, it hurts so much ..."Jadon howled instantly, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as he desperately struggled.He was like a wriggling maggot.Hannah was directly holding his hand, forcefully pressing his fingers onto the bloody wound on his forehead.She pressed and twisted them into the wound, causing more thick blood to surge out.Watching him, she coldly laughed, "See that? Strip away your facade, and you'
They couldn't take it out fully on Hannah, that was why she could beat them so easily. Now, they were fully equipped with weapons. Could she possibly take them all out? Although Simon didn't utter a word, it was obvious that he was confident about beating Hannah. He took out a cigarette and tucked it between his lips. His lackeys hurried over to light it up for him. He strode to Hannah and puffed a whiff of smoke in her face. "Ms. Emerson, we don't want to take you as our enemy. Let's make a deal. Hand Erica over. Then things will end right here. How about that?"Holding her breath, Hannah glanced up at him. Her clear eyes stared right into his own. "You're really forgetful," she said regretfully, looking at him as if she had given up on him. Then, she asked, "Did no one teach you not to stay too close to danger?"Simon immediately had a bad feeling. Yet, it was too late. With a whoosh, she flung the "Soil Analysis" book at him without a trace of hesitation. The book la
An imposingly tall figure appeared on the balcony. His alluring features made him seem like a god who had just descended from the heavens. Even though he was standing still, his presence was overwhelming. Hannah's eyes lit up, the malice in her eyes fading. "Mr. Winchester! How did you get here?"Darren's expression finally softened when he saw she wasn't injured. "Naomi called me. How could I let you face this alone?"How he wished he could take her under his protection and shelter her from any possible injuries. Yet, he didn't have the heart to keep her restrained. Thus, he could only do his best to protect her from any danger. Lowering his gaze, Darren strode toward her. Of course, the thugs wouldn't let him do as he pleased. Just as they were charging at him with their metal bats, he delivered a kick to them without skipping a beat. Darren had excellent proportions. Even his legs resembled that of a model's. The muscles beneath his suit were refined, yet they were
Darren didn't turn around as he was trying to focus on their enemies. He got rid of his blazer so he could move better. The blazer was flung to the ground. He was only dressed in a plain shirt, with all buttons on his collar and cuffs unbuttoned. When he moved, the muscles beneath his shirt were vaguely showing. If Hannah was a contradictory beauty of charm and violence, he was the epitome of pure strength. Each of his attacks took down one person. Not only was he not wasting any energy, but he didn't have any flashy moves either. He resembled an assassin who had traversed countless dangers. Hannah narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't think it was likely for him, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth to be so skilled at fighting. This thought only appeared in her mind for a brief second. Now wasn't the time for such thoughts. She slipped from under his arm and knocked a brawny man who was trying to ambush them from the side. "Hannah!"Darren shot a disapproving
Simon knew he couldn't get himself out of this. With a pale expression, he bellowed in a fit of rage, "There's no use in handing me over to the police because I'm not going to say a damn thing!""So, that means there is a mastermind, right?"Hannah suddenly let out a chuckle. Her gaze was cold as she said, "It doesn't matter whether you're going to spit it out or not. What matters is whether the mastermind behind all this will stop. They're going to get caught someday if they don't stop this."She didn't do anything, and even the smile on her face didn't fade. Yet, she was still intimidating. Simon couldn't help but shiver from fear. He was suddenly at a loss for words. Meanwhile, Jadon, who was trampled multiple times, sneaked a glance around him. He had been lying on the ground for the entire time. His head was throbbing in pain. His glasses broke, so he couldn't see a single thing now. The moment he felt like no one noticed him, he held in the pain and struggled to wrig