No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 652

"What are you doing?" I barked, startling the group.

Three men turned around, eyeing me from head to toe. One of them, his eyes practically twinkling, exclaimed, "Since when did Goldbridge have such stunners?"

"Hey, miss, you here to rent a place? Or maybe you know the woman living here?" another chimed in.

"I believe I asked you first," I retorted coolly.

The guy who was knocking paused, then strolled over with a cheeky smile creeping across his face. "We're on the hunt for beauties, just like you..."

As he spoke, he reached out towards my chin. I turned my face away, and he let out a surprised grunt, "Feisty, I like that in a woman."

He signaled his buddies with a glance, then added, "Today's not been a waste after all."

As they moved towards me, I dodged. In the midst of our scuffle, a familiar voice rang out, "Stop, let her go."

It was Deborah!

She sprinted towards us, wielding a stick like a baseball bat, taking powerful swings at them.

"You're exactly who we've been looking for," the men turned their attention to Deborah.

There was no way I'd let them lay a hand on her. Picking up a brick, I hurled it at them...

Someone yelped as the brick made contact, and then they turned to me.

But fear wasn't in my vocabulary, not since Ernest Collins left. It's like I had been imbued with Herculean strength, a relentless force within me.

As one charged, I kicked out fiercely, catching him by surprise and hitting him square in his vulnerable spot. He doubled over in pain, spinning in circles...

The other two had grabbed Deborah and were about to strike. I yelled, "Want money? Don't touch her."

That got their attention. They paused, staring at me.