30 Days till I Divorce My Husband (Estrella and Jason)

Chapter 233

Why was Jason here? Estrella had just sent out a notification to everyone but him, and yet he showed up so swiftly.

The ringleader cornering Estrella spat on the ground with a vicious look and, gripping a metal pipe in hand, started towards the newcomer. As the ringleader got close to Jason, he brandished the pipe and sneered, “Who the hell are you? I’d advise you to mind your

• own-”

Before the man could finish his sentence, Jason raised the baseball bat in his hand and violently smashed it down towards the man’s head. Blood trickled from a gash on the man’s forehead the next second. His cronies were stunned, turning to stare at Jason with bewildered expressions.

The leader, brow furrowed and wiping the blood from his head, roared at his men, “What are you morons staring at? Get him!”

The remaining thugs, riled up by their leader’s command, charged at Jason with their own weapons raised.

Inside Estrella’s SUV, Keegan noticed their attackers had shifted focus and turned to Estrella, “Ms. Estrella, that guy looks like Mr. Jason.”

Estrella’s gaze was fixed ahead, “It’s him.”

With that confirmation, Keegan quickly unlocked the door, “I need to go help Mr. Jason.”

Estrella grabbed Keegan’s arm. Just as Keegan was about to protest, she handed tire iron from beside her seat. “Take this.” Ever since Jesse had been cornered by three years ago, they always kept some kind of weapon in their cars.

Seeing that Estrella was also preparing to exit the vehicle, Keegan held her back, “Ms Estrella, your leg’s still healing. I can handle this. Just keep the doors locked.”

up against a group of men, and if things went south, Estrella’s safety could b compromised. Keegan’s

stepped out. Before closing the door, he reminded Estrella to lock

the door after Keegan

swinging the tire iron. But he wasn’t cut out

passenger seat,

after a couple

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of a bitch, you want to split my head open? I’m gonna finish you off today,”

slashed by someone on the side. Gritting his teeth in pain, he leaned against the hood of Estrella’s white car. Estrella’s car was white,

heart skipped a beat. Overcome with worry and an urge to help, she

door handle.

expression changed. He quickly shut it, ordering her sternly, “Lock the door. Don’t

Estrella was transported back to their school days when Jason would fearlessly protect her. It was as if all the grudges and grievances were just

door slammed shut, and as the assailants closed in with knives and clubs,

felt a lump in her throat, but she complied, locking the door. If her leg had been healed, she would have

on the ground taking punches, Estrella’s heart ached, and tears welled up in her eyes. It was the feeling

the assailants’ bravado escalated, Estrella’s resolve to expose

solidified.

the brink of collapse, headlights flashed in the distanc followed by the wail of police sirens. The