He scowled and took a few steps forward, trying to pull Zoey towards him.

But Zoey recoiled, avoiding his grasp with a frown creasing her brow. She truly couldn't figure out Fitch anymore. With his wealth and good looks, why was he picking a fight with her? Fitch's expression darkened even more at her evasion. He slowly retracted his empty hand, chuckling lightly.

Sensing the challenge, Henry, as a fellow man, couldn't help but get heated. "Zoey, did he hurt you?"

Just as Zoey was about to shake her head, Henry grabbed her wrist to inspect it. Upon seeing the red mark where she had been grabbed, his tone instantly turned icy. "Did he abuse you?" Zoey didn't want to escalate the situation and quickly shook her head. "No, Henry, we..."

But before she could finish, Fitch's brooding voice cut in. "Enough."

Fitch's head jerked to the side, and he

disparity between grown men can be substantial. Fitch, having been through rigorous military training, was skilled in combat. Henry, on the other hand, always played by the rules and was

was harsh, and

petrified, saw the bodyguards moving to handle Henry and pushed Fitch away in panic. "Have you lost

were about to intervene, Zoey tried to make them stop, but Fitch's hands wrapped tightly around her

picked up a sharp piece of rock,

have dodged, but with Zoey in his arms, he feared she would

in on

unfolding too quickly for her to process. When she

Enough! Don't hit him!" She hurried over, positioning herself in front of Henry, her gaze fixed sharply on Fitch. "Call your men

pressed against his bleeding chest, the blood still flowing freely. After a moment,

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