My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 2603

Shirley looked at the men at the doors. “Step aside. One of the men leered at them before suggesting lewdly, “Oh, you two are pretty. We love ladies of your race. Why don’t we have a cup of coffee?”

“I said, step aside,” said Shirley darkly. I guess I have to fight our way out. Another man snapped up a steel bat and swung it on Imogen’s head. Imogen blacked out and fell to the ground.

“Imogen!” Shirley looked at her fallen friend. She clenched her fists, staring at the men around her.

This was part of Imogen’s plan. She wanted these men to take her out first. Shirley wouldn’t dream of leaving her behind. That way, they would have a chance to capture her. She knew Shirley all too well. That woman was not someone who would leave a friend behind. Instead, she’d do her best to escape together with Imogen.

Imogen was right on the money. Shirley was not someone who would escape alone. She wouldn’t leave her unconscious friends with these b*stards. When one of the guys tried to get close, Shirley swiftly took a chair and hurled it right at him.

Caught by surprise, the man flew back through the air. It also told his companions that Shirley was a fighter. Soon enough, four of them ganged up on her. These were no ordinary men, they were veteran mercenaries who’d gone through bloody battles themselves. Shirley might be a fighter, but she had no chance against these people.

Nearly fifteen minutes had gone by since Shirley fought these four. It was hard for her to do battle in a cramped space like this coffee shop. Due to her brief inattention, someone took the opportunity to slam a chair into her back. Shirley immediately went down on her knees. Just then, she saw someone taking Imogen on his shoulders and walking to a room.

“Let her go!” Shirley roared, darting after that man. Alas, someone immediately blocked her path. Although the four men were hurt, Shirley was their quarry this time. They had to have her.

Shirley had to face a punch and evade everyone else’s attacks. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Imogen was taken to a quiet room. She was genuinely unconscious moments ago. Nonetheless, she had managed to regain consciousness soon enough as she opened her bleary eyes. Then, she rubbed the back of her head, feeling the bump as she said, “You did good, people.”

A middle-aged man hugged her. “Nora, you’re one of us. You made us worried sick.”