Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 

Despite being a woman, Queenie had the courage of a man. She held onto my hand even though she was visibly scared, vowing to face life and death together with me. 

I was deeply touched and silently swore that if I survived this ordeal, I would be a lifelong and devoted friend to her. 

“You, whatever your name is, get lost. I’m here for Luna.” Shawn waved his hand as he spoke, his tone sounding impatient. 

This guy n 

might not be as tall as Colin, but he had a strong and muscular build. He looked like someone who could fight well. 

Oh no, I might seriously end up losing some front teeth this time. 

“No way, I’m not leaving.” Queenie boldly stood by my side. 

“Well, you can’t blame me then.” Shawn walked to a spot less than six feet away from us, hands behind his back, twirling a piece of grass he picked up from somewhere. 

Like a street thug, he spoke haughtily, “What an idiot, asking for trouble.” 

“What kind of man bullies women?” Queenie sniped with a fearless spirit. 

“I never said I was a good man.” Shawn continued to approach us slowly. 

I pushed Queenie behind me while trying to recall the self–defense techniques I had seen on the Internet. 

Should I go for the throat first or gouge his eyeballs? Or maybe I should wait for the right moment and kick him hard in the groin, ensuring he’d never have offspring. 

According to the instructions, kicking in that area was the most effective and long–lasting technique against male assailants. 

At that moment, I regretted not buying a stun gun. If Shawn dared to approach us, I would have zapped him with the highest setting. 

Before I could decide on my first move, however, Shawn menacingly lunged forward. “I’m going to teach you a lesson for daring to bully Lili!” 

What a scumbag! He was going to use violence on women! 

Squeezing my eyes shut, I swung both of my arms at the same time to prepare for an attack. I planned to strike wherever I could reach him. I would do anything to fight back, be it slapping or scratching him. 

Even though I knew I would lose the fight, I couldn’t just sit back and walt. I had to struggle to preserve 

my pride. 

Just as I got into my position, I heard a wailing sound. 

I opened my eyes and saw Shawn flying through the air in a spectacular trajectory, landing precisely on the stones on the roadside. When his waist collided with the stones, he writhed in pain on the ground. 

Following that, a person relentlessly threw punches at Shawn’s body with his fists. Shawn, who had been prepared to attack me moments ago, was now completely defenseless. All he could do was cover his head with both hands. 

With the crisis averted and Shawn getting beat up into a pulp, I was beyond elated. If the situation allowed, I would have liked to dance and cheer for the person attacking Shawn.