Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 The Assailant

Chapter 472 The Assailant

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When the shirt fell open, his bare chest gleamed in the dim light. The sight made her skin crawl.

Dawn’s stomach churned with disgust. Her eyes flared red. “You’re insane. I would never marry you.”

“But your opinion doesn’t matter.”

Marshall’s grin turned vicious as he shrugged off his shirt and stepped toward her. His shadow fell across her face.

“Wait! Stop!”

Dawn pressed her hands against his chest. Her heart pounded so hard it made her dizzy. The thick mix of sweat and cologne on him made her throat tighten.

She forced her voice to stay steady. “What did you do to that boy?”

Marshall lifted an eyebrow, his grin sharp and mocking. “You really are something, Ms. Dawn. Even now, you’re worried about someone else?”

“Answer me!”

He chuckled, slow and taunting. “Alright,” he said. “Since I’m in a generous mood, I’ll tell you.”

He caught her chin between his fingers, tilting her face toward the light. His touch was firm, possessive.

Well, would you look at that. Classic Aglarian beauty. Skin as pale as snow, cheeks just the right shade of pink. Makes a man wonder what you taste like.

“Relax,” Marshall drawled. “The kid’s fine. I only had him locked up. He just needed a little scare. A good fright shuts kids up real fast, don’t you think?”

Dawn’s breath eased, but only slightly.

At least he hadn’t gone all the way. Not yet.

But she knew his kind of “scare” was never mild.

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Her voice turned sharp. “What did he see that made you so desperate to shut him up?”

Marshall froze.

The air in the room grew heavy.

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Then he gave a low laugh and leaned close, his breath hot on her skin. “Clever girl. Trying to get information out of me already?”

Dawn’s lips pressed together.

He smiled wider. “But you already know, don’t you?”

That was enough proof.

Her chest tightened, but her tone stayed calm. “You said my father promised me to you. Was that true?”

“Of course,” he said lightly, releasing her chin and twirling a strand of her hair. “I don’t like the chairman’s way of doing things, but I respect his drive. If he hadn’t given me the hint, I’d never have made a move like this.”

Dawn had thought she would feel anger, betrayal, something–anything.

But she felt nothing.

Even knowing her own father had sold her off, the sting didn’t cut as deep as the pain she once carried when she left the Osborne family.

A faint, bitter smile crossed her face. She couldn’t tell whether she was mocking Vincent or herself.

“Sure, I’ll do it,” she said softly.

Her tone was calm, but her eyes burned. If you survive long enough to see it.

Her hand lifted and brushed his cheek gently.

Then, in a flash, her fingers tangled in his golden hair. She yanked hard, pulling his head back with brutal force.

“You really think you’re in control, don’t you?” she said through her teeth.

“You filthy–let go!”

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Marshall’s shout cracked through the air. Before he could react, she slammed him backward, her movements fast and precise. His body hit the mattress hard, and within seconds, she had him pinned beneath her.

“Damn you!” he yelled.

“No, damn you.”

Dawn’s stare was cold enough to freeze the air. “Vincent might be a bastard, but you’re worse. You’re the kind of filth that crawls out of the sewer.”

Outside, the sound of police sirens sliced through the night, waking the factory from its uneasy silence.

Mason burst through the door, his voice sharp with alarm. “Ms. Dawn!”

“I’m fine,” she said, her tone firm. She turned her head toward him. “Tie him up.”

Marshall’s eyes widened. His expression twisted in disbelief. “What? Are you siding with her now? You idiot, you’ll regret this! That’s 30 million dollars!”

Mason didn’t hesitate. His movements were quick and sure as he tied Marshall’s wrists.

“Mr. Marshall,” he said evenly, “money doesn’t solve everything.”

Not this one, of course.

He gave a cool smirk. “At least not tonight. You’re done.”

Every word between them had been recorded. Combined with the boy’s statement and the evidence of his forged accounts, Marshall’s path to prison was sealed tight.

When the police finally arrived and took him away, Mason turned back to Dawn. His brows were drawn tight, his voice low.

“Are

you

hurt?”

He didn’t even notice he’d dropped the formality.

Dawn shook her head. “I’m okay.”

But Mason’s eyes drifted to her wrist. The skin there was red and swollen where Marshall had gripped her.

His jaw flexed. His voice dropped an octave. “Stay here.”

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He spun around and strode toward the dorms, his footsteps heavy with anger.

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Dawn had no idea what he planned to do. She looked around and noticed a small figure sitting on a bench under a flickering light.

The boy.

She walked over and crouched beside him.

“Hey, you alright?”

The boy turned his head. The fear in his eyes had softened into curiosity. After a few seconds, he said, “They took me earlier. You knew, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Dawn said with a faint smile. “They took me too.”

“So the guy was telling the truth? We were just playing a game?”

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