Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 963

Somehow, Charlotte felt herself growing dizzy, her vision blurring, her legs weakening. The moment she loosened her grip, she nearly collapsed.

Inside the towel pressed against her was laced with a drug.

"Don't bother resisting. Just sleep," her father sneered.

He leaned close, methodically crushing the cigarette butt against the wall, mere millimeters from her face.

Charlotte's final vision and consciousness froze there.

But then, a dull thud rang out.

Her father screamed as he collapsed. Glancing back, he saw a man behind him, swinging a brick with deadly precision.

Touching his own head, he felt a rush of warm blood.

"You… it's you again!"

He recognized the man instantly—the same one who had sent him to prison before. And now… he was here!

He had made sure Charlotte's route home was carefully monitored for the past few days, ensuring she walked alone each day. How was this man still haunting them?

Seeing her father struck, the two men turned their attention, but Charlotte had already fallen unconscious to the ground.

Ethan, still carrying his own injuries, had overexerted himself in striking her father, but seeing Charlotte on the ground, he didn't hesitate. He swung the half-brick at the two men again.

A one-on-two fight had no advantage. Within moments, both men landed blows that sent Ethan sprawling.

They ignored him entirely and moved to lift Charlotte, but Ethan recovered swiftly, seizing the half-brick and striking one of them from behind.

A scream of pain erupted. The remaining man finally lost his temper, grabbing Ethan by the collar and raining down furious blows.

The other, enraged by his companion's cries, drew a knife and slashed toward Ethan.

He charged, aiming the blade at Ethan's lower back.

Noah's reflexes kicked in before thought. He lunged, seizing Ethan's arm and yanking him to the side.

The knife grazed Ethan's waist, slicing through fabric and leaving a shallow, bleeding cut.

As Charlotte's father tried to strike again, Noah spun and delivered a side kick square to his chest. The force sent him crashing into a trash bin, unconscious.

Ethan sank against the corner wall, looking down at the burning, sticky gash on his side. The wound wasn't deep, but the force had cut a wide line, blood seeping freely.

"You okay?" Noah asked, steadying him.

Ethan's body trembled with pain, cold sweat breaking out, his vision darkening. Yet, in front of Noah, he refused to show weakness.

"I'm fine…" He handed his phone to Noah. "Call an ambulance… and the police."