President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

But a couple of punk-looking guys suddenly appeared at Kevin’s side and shoved him in the shoulder.

Then Kevin was led to an alley not far away.

Victoria took a few steps and gasped in pain, holding onto a roadside tree. And worried about Kevin getting into a fight with the punks, she gritted her teeth and followed.

The sounds of punches and kicks and curses came from the dark alley.

“When will the money be returned? If you don’t pay it back, I’ll beat you to death today!”

“Brat, we’ve been looking for you for a long time, how dare you play disappearing!”

Victoria had just gotten to the entrance of the alley when she heard the voices.

She called the police first, worried that Kevin had actually been beaten to death by these men, and without much thought shouted, “Stop!”

A couple of punks stopped and turned their heads to see her in her gown, whistling at first, then slowly approaching.

“Yo, beauty!!! Kevin, when did your boy know such beauty?!”

Kevin curled up, cradling his head, and looked up.

“Tori?”

Kevin’s voice was shaking, in pain, and he braced himself to get up, but he couldn’t muster the strength from the kicks that had just broken a few ribs.

Victoria was exasperated at his failure to make good. Hated him for not working hard enough to end up on the streets as a beggar!

She was so angry and furious, thinking how distraught her aunt and uncle would be to see him like this.

But when she saw a couple of punks slowly approaching, she followed suit and slowly backed away, all the while thinking how she stalled for time for the police to arrive.

With her legs still hurting and her feet in high heels, she backed up and tripped over a small rock jutting out of the road, sending her whole body tumbling backward.

It’s over.

But the expected pain didn’t come, and Her waist was embraced by someone, followed by a whiff of a cool man’s scent.

Victoria looked up slightly and saw the man’s smooth jawline.

A familiar scent came over her and she froze, standing up straight and then pulling away in a hurry.

“Mr. Andrews.”

She exclaimed in surprise and looked up to see Nick’s car parked not far away.

She is so eye-catching in this dress that it’s hard not to be noticed.

Nick had long ago seen her in her gown, trailing a beggar along the curb, what was she up to?

He didn’t want to mind his own business, but seeing her dressed so conspicuously, the gown wrapped her figure just right, with a thin waistline, revealing skin so white that it glowed, and even though she was wearing light make-up, she just made people want to look at her more.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

His expression was indifferent, ripples crossing his eyes as he skimmed his eyes.

“What are you doing here dressed like that?”

Victoria was just about to explain when a few punks surrounded her.

“Little beauty, this is your fault, come to play with us, why did you bring a man here?”

The punks’ eyes fell recklessly on Victoria’s body, and as they got closer, they realized that Victoria was really pretty, they had never seen such a beautiful woman in their lives.

Victoria’s face darkened only to see the punk raise his hand towards her, but the hand was stopped in mid-air by Nick.

Nick lands a clean, crisp shot that snaps his opponent’s hands and kicks them straight out of the way.

“Mr. Andrews, look out!”

After all, there were five of them, and Nick was only one. Declan had run over when he saw that things weren’t right over here.

But before he could arrive, he saw the punks all lying on the ground wailing.

Nick didn’t even wiggle his hair too much, and the solution was quick and easy.

Victoria, a little jaw-dropped, rushed over to Kevin.

“Is everything okay?”

The words were barely out of his mouth when he saw a flash of panic cross Kevin’s eyes, followed by the sound of a dagger stabbing into flesh.

Victoria whipped her head around to see a dagger stabbed into Nick’s palm, and Nick’s hand was blocking her back, clearly the dagger was intended for her.

The tip of the dagger had penetrated the palm of the hand, and blood flowed down, looking horrible.