Sumr Shawcross’s heart tightened. Just as the dagger was about to stab her, a long leg fiercely kicked towards the attacker.
The man in the baseball cap was kicked back and fell hard to the ground!
Sumr Shawcross raised her head in shock and saw the tall figure of a man standing protectively in front of her.
Her heart skipped a beat, Noah Drexler... why was he here?
"Mind your own business!" The man in the baseball cap quickly got up from the ground, grasping the dagger and charging again, but this ti, before he got close to Noah Drexler, he was kicked hard on the leg.
The man in the cap scread in agony and fell to his knees!
Noah Drexler walked over with large strides and kicked again. The man was knocked to the ground, and before he could get up, a black leather shoe pinned him down!
The man in the baseball cap had a look of pain on his face and couldn’t move anymore.
"Who sent you?" Noah Drexler looked down coldly at the man, asking with pursed lips.
Apart from a trace of anger, his handso face showed no other expression.
anwhile, the man pinned to the ground had a face twisted with pain.
"I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I just don’t like her!" the man in the baseball cap replied painfully.
Upon hearing this, Noah Drexler’s expression turned cold, and he pressed his foot down even harder.
"Ah!" Another scream of agony!
At the sa ti, several bodyguards rushed over at the commotion, and seeing Sumr Shawcross sitting on the ground, they asked anxiously.
"Ma’am, are you alright?"
Sumr Shawcross shook her head and quickly looked towards Noah Drexler.
"Go help him."
The bodyguards nodded and rushed over, together subduing the man in the baseball cap.
Suddenly, a round of applause erupted on the scene.
"That was amazing, that’s exactly how such people should be dealt with!"
The crowd, who had initially fled due to the sudden incident, returned upon seeing the thug subdued, vehently condemning the man in the baseball cap.
"That guy is so handso..." so girls stared adoringly at the handso, cold man.
Many people took out their phones and began taking pictures.
Feeling uncomfortable in front of so many phone caras, Sumr Shawcross lowered her hat a bit more.
At this mont, the man standing in front of the man in the baseball cap, with a stern expression, finally turned around. Upon seeing her scraped knee, he frowned slightly.
Then, he strode over, bent down without a word, and picked her up.
As he bent down, Sumr Shawcross seed to catch a faint scent of... blood.
But before she could speak, Noah Drexler had already lifted her up and was striding away.
...
Inside the hotel.
Noah Drexler carried Sumr Shawcross back, placed her on the sofa, then picked up the phone, instructing Sean Morgan to bring a first aid kit, and then gently lifted her long dress to expose the wound on her knee.
Sumr Shawcross lowered her head, her gaze fixing on his wrist, her expression suddenly tense.
"You’re hurt..." she said worriedly, reaching out to hold the hand he placed on her knee.
Soti during the confrontation, a cut had opened there, likely from the earlier fight with the thug.
Her sudden action made his body stiffen slightly...
Slowly, he lowered his gaze, his eyes focused intently on her hands holding his.
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