Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 93

“Director Scott, that’s Missus’ voice! It’s really her!”

“Bash it in!”

In a thunderous roar, the black car rams open the door. Dust and debris flew, choking everyone in an instant. He could barely see the outline of a figure.

The men were stunned and stopped what they were doing. It was fine just a moment ago, how did it…

When the dust settled, a slender body stood in the room. His eyes were vicious and furious. He was bloodthirsty.

Because of the murderous looks, they started to run. Even the one who was about to lower his trousers started to run. But there was nowhere to run to, there were other people outside.

“Don’t touch me… don’t touch me…”

On the floor, the weak voice continued to beg, her voice was totally husky and she was staring blankly into empty space.

On the floor, the clothes were tattered, and her whole body trembling. She protected herself with her life. She held onto something in her hands. It was the memorial tablet. She had some bloody scratches and lacerations.

He looked on and raised his hand and shouted.

His expression was as if the world had ended.

“Break everyone’s legs!”

He emphasized each word forcefully.

He has always been ruthless and no one can prevent it.

He took off his jacket and covered her body. He used all his strength and carried her up, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Sarah was in a trance, her lips, face, were pale. She could feel that her body wasn’t touched by those obnoxious hands but the familiar smell, face. Her hands relaxed and the tablet fell. She was in a mess.

“I thought you won’t come…”

She started to cry and buried her head into his chest. She never imagined that it was he who appeared at the critical moment to save her.

“If not me then who? I’ve said it before, I’ll protect you for life.”

The only person was him!

They were lucky. If looks could kill, every one of them would’ve met their maker. There was no shortage of hammers in the workshop hence the merciless order.

Thick blood splattered and he didn’t even flinch. He just carried his woman out of there.

Before he left, “Cripple everyone!”

“Yes! Director!”

“Argh! No! Help! Don’t!”

“Save me Save me Help! We are wrong! No! My leg!”

“Argh!!!”

Nothing was held back, the pounding and smashing continued in the dim workshop.

…

“Still frightened?” They were in the car and he didn’t ease his embrace.

He doesn’t want to release his grip. It wasn’t easy to lose and then retrieve her. He used all his luck for this effort.

This process was truly difficult.

Sarah looked at him dazed, a while back it was the same man who said to her within a group of men, “I’m here.”

He was just as cool, emotionless as if everyone was beholden to him. Now it was him again who rescued her.

“Matthew, Thanks.”