Chapter 667
Scarlett Yates turned and ran.
The twisted foot immediately sent a piercing pain, making her unable to stop her tears.
She tightly bit her lip, desperately holding back the pain, as she shouted with all her strength while fleeing, “Help, help p>
“Bitch, refusing a toast only to drink a forced one,” Blondie’s vicious voice sounded behind her, easily catching up and yanking her hair back.
“Help p>
Scarlett’s cries for help sounded somewhat hopeless.
All around was silent.
Except for her cries.
She truly regretted not listening to the driver’s advice.
Is this what she deserves?
Blondie brutally pulled her hair, the force so intense it seemed he wanted to rip her scalp off along with it.
The pain on her head and ankle combined made her face turn pale, sweating coldly.
Screams for help echoed out, with no movement around.
Scarlett’s heart felt as if it was plunging into an icy abyss.
Endless cold surrounded her.
She wouldn’t escape today p>
In despair and pain, she closed her eyes, letting Blondie yank her and throw her onto the leaf-covered grass.
She heard heavy breathing.
Blondie’s hand reached toward her p>
In her hopeless wait, those disgusting hands never landed on her.
Scarlett heard the sound of fists hitting flesh.
Blondie’s lewd laughter suddenly turned into painful wails.
After a series of mutual punches, two more wails sounded.
“Get lost!” The man’s deep, cool voice was so familiar it made her abruptly open her eyes.
In less than a minute, the situation completely reversed.
A few Blondies were knocked to the ground, looking beaten badly, one with a face full of blood.
Scarlett could surprisingly still distinguish the one who had grabbed her among the blood-blurred faces.
At the man’s shout to get lost, they immediately crawled up from the ground and fled in ragged escape.
“Sorry, I’m late.” The tall, slender figure of the man came before her, crouched down, and reached out to lift the dazed Scarlett.
The cool scent carried a calming effect, dispelling her fear.
Scarlett raised her head, staring blankly at the man’s smoothly contoured jawline.
A bit further up were tightly pressed thin lips, marked with anger.
Warmth spread over her as a silver-grey suit jacket covered her, carrying the man’s unique and pleasant scent.
“I won’t let them off,” said Maxwell Saxon, usually calm and poised even if the sky fell, with eyes filled with murderous intent and a frighteningly grim expression.
Scarlett stared at him.
Uncertain if she was terrified by the Blondies or surprised by his appearance.
Her dark eyes were wide open, glistening with a bright mist like a startled deer, with an innocent and endearing expression.
Maxwell assumed she was frightened.
In front of her, he retracted the piercing menace, bowed his head, and in his cold eyes that had been filled with killing intent a second ago, a trace of softness emerged, lowering his voice, he said, “Don’t be scared, it’s fine now, no one can hurt you, I’ll take you away from here soon p>
After speaking, he adjusted the suit covering her, ensuring she was well wrapped, then swiftly carried her and walked out of the woods.