His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 470

A suffocating wave of panic seized Archer's chest, as if a massive, invisible fist had crushed his heart.

He subconsciously balled his hands into tight fists inside his pockets. Forcing himself to look away, he cast his gaze down at Chloe, fighting to keep his composure.

"Put the knife down first. We can talk about everything, just you and me."

Chloe froze. Her eyes darted erratically before she burst into an even more unhinged fit of laughter.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?! Put the knife down... if I put the knife down, will you even look at me again?!"

Behind the pile of scrapped tires at the back of the garage, several uniformed cops and black-clad bodyguards silently slipped inside.

Johnny Briggs, holding a rusted iron pipe, was standing near Virginia, eyeing her with a repulsive leer. He completely missed the movement behind him.

At that exact moment, a highly trained bodyguard lunged forward, clamping one hand over Johnny's mouth and locking his other arm around his throat to drag him away quietly.

"Mmph!" Johnny thrashed violently.

Desperate to warn his beloved goddess, he fought through the chokehold and miraculously swung the iron pipe into a nearby piece of scrap metal with a deafening clang.

The harsh metallic shriek echoed endlessly through the hollow warehouse.

Chloe whipped her head around.

Seeing the sudden swarm of police and bodyguards, reality snapped back into place.

"You lied to me!" she let out a bloodcurdling scream, her eyes bloodshot. "You really came to save this bitch! You didn't come for me at all!"

The last sliver of hope in her eyes shattered completely, instantly replaced by a homicidal frenzy.

Before Archer could react, she whipped out the switchblade and charged at Virginia like a rabid animal.

"You bitch! Go to hell!"

Tied to the chair with nowhere to run, Virginia could only widen her eyes in absolute terror as the flashing blade plunged toward her.

With a sharp clang, the switchblade dropped to the floor.

"No, I didn't mean to..." Chloe backed away rapidly, tearing at her own hair in absolute madness. "Archer, I didn't want to kill you! Archer, I didn't want to kill you!"

Archer completely ignored her. With an ashen face, his intense gaze swept over Virginia to ensure she was unharmed. Seeing she was safe, his throat bobbed.

"I'm fine."

He forced the words out.

Then, he turned his head, his gaze landing coldly on Chloe, who had practically collapsed into a heap on the floor.

"You saved my life back then," Archer said, his voice faint but every syllable laced with steel. "Today, I'm repaying that life. From this moment on, we are completely even."

"No! It wasn't her!"

Just as Archer finished speaking, a hysterical woman's voice screamed from the entrance of the scrapyard.