My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 484

"Don't bother screaming, you're at the top floor of New Hotel, and even if you scream your lungs out, no one's gonna come to save you!"

New Hotel? Samuel was attending a gala there.

Barely minutes after the sleazy bald finished speaking, a series of knocks sounded on the door.

He glanced at the woman on the bed, her clothes nearly torn to shreds, and stuffed the bedsheet firmly into her mouth, cursing as he got out of bed, "Who the heck is it? Interrupting me at this hour. Mr. Nightshade?"

His tone changed in fright, his face paling.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't know it was you. I was out of line, really out of line!"

Through the crack of the door, Samuel saw the woman lying on the bed and kicked the bald man flying with one swift move.

"Ow!"

The bald slammed into the entryway, wailing in pain. Before he could recover, a cold, hard shoe pressed down on his face, nearly flattening out all his features.

"Nick, haven’t settled the embezzling and peddling fake mess and you still dare to cause trouble?"

"No, no, Mr. Nightshade, please spare me. Ow! Stop, please stop!"

Isabella trembled all over, tears streaming down her face as she curled up in the corner of the bed. At the sight of the man at the door harshly disciplining the bald, she felt like seeing her guardian angel. Her mind raced back to that summer years ago when everyone was pointing fingers and speculating maliciously about her, and he was the only one who came over gently and draped his jacket over her.

The bald couldn't withstand the beating and passed out.

Samuel entered the room; glancing at the disheveled Isabella, almost bare, he tossed a towel her way, and took out his phone, "What's your assistant's number?"

The woman didn't respond, just stared at him.

Seeing the fear and gratitude in her eyes, Samuel frowned, "It wasn't me who saved you, it was Xan."

W-What?

Samuel looked around, picked up a phone from the corner, the call still ongoing.

Isabella heard Xanthea's anxious voice.