Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 909:

The two men looked at each other, obviously amused by his words. Without saying anything, one of them lunged at Andrew. But he didn’t even budge. Instead, he raised his foot swiftly and gave the man a sidekick, sending the man flying.

The sight of his companion being effortlessly defeated by Andrew sent a chill down the other man’s spine. He quickly let go of Evita and ran away in fear.

Evita hadn’t expected Andrew to have such impressive fighting skills. The way he kicked was so cool. She instinctively rushed into Andrew’s arms to seek comfort.

“Mr. Klein, I’m so scared,” she said in a trembling voice. But before she could even touch Andrew, he quickly stepped aside to avoid her touch.noveldrama

Evita’s face darkened. She felt a little awkward, but she did her best to maintain her composure and smiled gratefully.

“Thank you, Mr. Klein. Seriously, if it wasn’t for you, I might not have made it through today.”

Andrew didn’t say anything. He only looked at her indifferently, turned around, and left.

However, Evita was determined not to let him go this time.

She clenched her fists tightly, glared at his back, and hurriedly rushed over to catch up with him. Then, she hugged him tightly from behind.

“Mr. Klein, I’m really scared. Can you please take me away from here? I’m afraid of running into those kinds of people again.”

“This is a mall, not the suburbs.” Andrew’s mocking voice echoed in her ears.

For some reason, Evita felt guilty. But she quickly pulled herself together and pleaded in a trembling voice, “Mr. Klein, please. Just take me out of here.”

Andrew didn’t say anything. She thought he would turn her down again, but suddenly, he broke his silence.

“Let’s go.”

Then, he walked briskly towards the elevator. Evita watched his back, the corners of her lips curving into an imperceptible smile. She caught up with him and fell into step beside him.

They reached the parking lot and stopped beside Andrew’s sleek Rolls-Royce. Evita stared at the vehicle for a while before she reached out and opened the passenger seat door. But when she was about to get into the car, she was stopped by a sharp voice.

“Who told you to sit in the passenger seat? Get in the back.”

Evita’s hand, holding the door handle, shook slightly. She hesitated for a moment before she reluctantly shuffled to the back seat.

There was pin-drop silence in the car. The quietness, combined with the calming scent of incense, created a serene atmosphere. Soon, Evita began to relax.

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